Sunday, October 02, 2005
“This way …” she said to me, as the gentle sounds of 2 am breezed by.
Was I being taken for a ride again? Was this another version of the past that I would have to relive? Maybe it was. But I didn’t know that now. So, I went ahead and followed her.
We were lost. But directions had ceased to matter. We were in a strange country. In a strange land. For the first time. Looking for a way. A way to see more. To discover the city. Through a travelers eyes.
“So, this is what they call the thrill of the unknown?” I subconsciously said to her.
She looked back and smiled, “Stop philosophizing, and take in the place.”
A lone car zoomed by. The redness in its tail lights lingered in the horizon, before reducing itself to nothing. The amber lamps cast our shadows. They looked like someone else’s. The shadows were playing tricks. They were plotting.
“Isn’t this where we came in the morning?”
“Yes. But it is different now.”
“Different? It is the same place.”
“Yes. But there were hundreds of people in the morning here. Now there is only us.”
“Now you’re philosophizing.”
Smiles. The small bag is opened. Styrofoam cups are freed off each other. The hip flask comes out. Gentle pouring. Backsides resting on the footpath. Drinks are sipped. The night is lovely.
The gentle sounds of 2 am breeze by. Along with the conversation.