A reunion of two long lost friends. Trepidation, "Are we still the same people?" followed quickly by excitement. A meal spent entirely shoeless, sitting on the floor in little wooden chairs, using petite wooden utensils. Art in food. Fanciful drinks make way for conversation, "How did you meet? What happens next? When can I visit?" I smile to myself and realize how far we've come, how much we've changed, and yet look at us, still giggling about 'who called who first.' Later a hug goodbye. As they walk away I can't help but wonder, "When will we meet again?"
*****
Tug boats. Old, new, small, grand. Parked in the harbor, children scrambling for their turn aboard their hard working decks. Horns blasting, talking to one another from across the bay. Fragile muscles exposed by low tide, gripping the walls, wishing to be hidden once again by the dark waters of the Sound. Suddenly we spot Pirates. Flags, boots, eye patches and wooden legs as the Lady Washington appears in all her glory. But where I wonder, is Captain Jack Sparrow?
*****
Expectations high as we head North. Dressed in our finest after painful deliberation over which shoe, which dress, "Honey, what do you think of this one?" still rings in his ears. Frustration mounting with each mile as issues remain unsolved and plans seem to unravel before our eyes. This is not how I expected it would go, running over and over across the front of my mind. What a mess. Yet as the lights dim our confusion and irritation melts away and we reach for one another. Fingers intertwined. As we exit the theater we smile wide eyed and chatter of costume, lighting, voices, as tickled as the children walking before us.
*****
We wake to the realization that the rain will be our constant advisory. Lists compiled, errands to run, we must buck up and brave the storm. A deep satisfaction building as each item is selected and meticulously checked from my list. We shall eat like kings. As the meal progresses the rain morphs the evening. "Movie rain," he whispers. Fully clothed he ventures outdoors wishing to feel the true power of this angry storm. She pulls her ears back in complete disgust, refusing to cross the threshold and I can't help but smile. We marvel at the shear power, the anger behind it all. Less than a minute later he's been transformed. "Everyone should experience that at least once," he proclaims drunk with electricity, completely and utterly drenched.
*****
Sunshine brings hopes of watching her stretch her legs, yet quickly crumbles as pregnant rain drops coat the windshield. Lost in my pity I snap to reality and spot lights, flashing red, and blue and white. "This cannot get any worse," I croak, fumbling for documents, proof of my innocence. He rubs my arm as tears begin to well, I refuse to be that girl, sobbing her way out of trouble. Yet as swiftly as he seems to dash my dreams, he restores them with a warning and a chuckle. This wonderful news releases the tears I've tried so desperately to contain. "Thank you. Thank you so very much." We hide. From the rain, from consequences, hoping to steal away each remaining second before we must return to the dance. Tucked in, surrounded by the hushed dark we turn to one another, "I just wish we had one more day. I'd do anything for just one more."
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