where do i even begin… most mellow blog post ever?
this passing weekend was greatly anticipated. i haven’t been as excited about a weekend since… mardi gras maybe.
…the aforementioned J came to town with his 3 high school amigos. they were all lovely boys. i was trying to think of a better way to describe them. but they’re lovely. and i think feelings have only gotten stronger between J and me which is such a relief.
saturday: it was about half past noon when everything was altered. it was as if the sun had gotten thousands of miles closer to light up the sky ten times more than it was before i’d stepped outside and discovered it. it was being born again. it was appreciation that i’d never felt before and love for myself and my surroundings that i didn’t know i was capable of. i realized how much i am my mother’s daughter. in a sundress i was unprepared for an exploration. by the same token, i was prepared.
after exploring acreage with the boys and K holding the allman brothers in our hands and our hearts K and i discovered a fallen tree. my mom had given us a paper bag full of peaches from the farmer’s market. we gazed for hours at the surrounding greenery as the sunlight made its way through the branches above our heads. everything blended; connected.
smoke streamed from marlboro smooths then faded into a kaleidoscope, a web, of every imaginable shade of green. i held the music in my lap and watched as K produced a distinctive, white shining pattern in her hand that moved whenever she desired for it to move. the scrapes on our legs from trekking through thorns and ivy didn’t matter; we watched their crimson shades intensify and specks of dirt on my palms wavered in the sunlight.
isolated, K and i remained in our ethereal location for hours as the boys explored what else the woods held in store for them. we told them to follow the music back to us when they wanted to come back. and, eventually, we all found each other again. but it was almost as if we’d never separated.
“revival” pumped through the bloodstreams of K and me.
“people can you feel it? love is everywhere.”
we made our way back to a clearing of golden hills behind my house. the horizon never ended. nemo, the tri-legged dog that lives at my mom’s house, took every ounce of her energy to stay with us the whole time.
the day concluded with K, Sunshine, swimming in our clothes, sitting on the hood of an old volvo, and watching the boys play soccer. and eventually it all ended. so it goes.
when i got to florence tonight, my stepdad was watching a silent film. he told me about the main actor in the movie. i love appreciation for the simple things.
my secret getaway commences tomorrow. i’ve never taken risks like this before. i love it.
everything looks perfect from far away; come down now, but we’ll stay
earthquakes freak me out…
