It started with a phone call. This distinctive nervous energy burns through the line.  The anticipation of our meeting.  Cinema noir.  The voice leaves an air of mystery…We can imagine what the person is like, their mannerisms.  It is a waiting game for both full of assumption.

A gut instinct.  A primal feeling that begins in your belly and travels through your limbic system wreaking havoc until the hour.

The silent sign of a relief as the door opens and salutations are exchanged.

We trust for a reason.  A reasoning we disguise as rational thought but is purely gut instinct.

Quote of the Day: ” Happiness consists of frequent repetition of pleasure.” – Arthur Schopenhauer

Yours truly,

your carnal instinct xo