Shhh...Husband not talking

Fabulous, here we go again. Where you wonder? To the Land of non existence, a special place between almost normal, even ordinary and the utterance of the wrong thing. As if a fire as been sparked then is quickly extinguished in a body of water unmarked-all you see is smoke-sometimes you don't even hear the sizzle.
A regular Friday day off grey cloudy cool perhaps-first day of May, melting, dissolving to a muddy puddle in just a few hours. The regular Friday night pushed apart by the invisible guardian of our emotions: The Unsaid. Not unlike annoying pop up ads, it shows up always unannounced disrupting assumed peace, halting our steady rhythm.
Saturday morning the school year zipping down hill-our dance continues on different shores in the Land of non existence.