Monday, March 9

Jaded Bliss

The most beautiful of landscapes are best seen while looking down above them. To feel the depth of an ocean of sky and sand with your eyes is an inexplicable feeling.

We were looking everyone, everyone who had been invited but did not yet know it; we wanted to tell them personally. When I found him I almost did not recognize him, it was probably the hair that confused me. Never had I seen it so short or blond, though he was familiar enough for me to suspect. I gave him his invite and told him where to be, he said it was good to see someone he knew, but that he had to get back to his life for now. I left with the understanding that though we were close once and would still remain friends our lives followed different paths now and should they by chance cross again, we will meet at those crossroads as different people.

It was comforting to see the shimmering yet shrouded reflection of the ceiling over head. The water in the darkness toyed with my imagination; it led me to ideas that I have not had for years. Though I was somewhat comforted by these seemingly random thoughts, I could not help but shake the feeling that though I came from that person in my past, I do not remain him today. some for worse, some for better I suppose, but ultimately not as familiar as I would have liked.

When I saw her I was not surprised. It was as if the pool made manifest a desire for this encounter. She led me to a space just behind an almost audacious set of windows overlooking a dark and violent ocean. The waves crashed up against volcanic black rocks that would instill every thought save for comfort. Even the sun and clouds would have brought on an ominous feeling. Yet somehow, looking at this world behind the glass allowed me to see the what was beyond it as beautiful and would have chosen no better setting for this otherwise chance manifested encounter with her. Though it has been years, we never missed a beat; still finishing the others' sentences. I told her that I was glad she came and that I did not want this dream to end.

I asked her if it would hurt and she said that it would depend on how I was to take it. The idea of what was to come frightened me, but her grace and thoughtfulness of our time together allowed me to subside the fear and welcome the faith I had in her towards me. I hear the air separate as the leather traveled through it. At the moment it skimmed my skin, the anticipated following sensations caused a sigh of relief and jaded bliss. It was not sexual it was not excitement it was the definition of content; the definition of comfort.