Once, Again
April 27, 2009
The wind pushed too hard that night and my hair mad with mess, we huddled for cover.
The church glowed in the distance against orange security lights and a playground of metal and dreaming swings silhouetting what lay outside us. A wall of tall trees swayed, holding hands,sighing in jealousy twenty yards behind us as the dim from the street played god against our horizon.
We were in love right there and then. Hours, months, years since poured into each other ‘s hands not understanding in those breathless moments the gravity and inevitability of the spread of fingers tired from a strange new exercise.
You and I, eighteen, in the middle of nothing, on a square of grey discovering purpose for the first time.
Close your eyes again now, love. This is it.
