Sharing silences

I'm back in my life-is-easy chair in the nearly official, but still unofficial, van parking spot pseudo catty corner to the White Street Pier. Dreamane brought salad, laughing cow cheese, and pita bread. She appeared in Key West unannounced and baffled my mind a few days ago when she came through the gate at Steve's while I was picking my nose on his porch, and spitting and staring at the trash in the little no man's land over the edge. Now she's fully reclined on the bed area of my van, and Steve is back there playing on her iPhone trying not to let his feet make contact with mine. Dinner was good, and we've moved to the intermittent silence phase.