I sit here, nursing a cup of decadent hot chocolate, marshmallows and all, sipping and savouring, and thinking of your call.
Not of the words you said, which were light and bland, but of the warmth of your tone when you called me 'love' and the way you laughed when you said "It's so good to talk to you".
A smile haunts my lips as I remember how your voice caressed my ear, earning me a sideways look and a "What are you thinking about?". I shrug. "Nothing much," I say.
Nothing much. Just four minutes of contact after a month of silence. Four minutes snatched out of the busyness and bustle.
No, nothing much -- just more than I can describe. | 
