Autumn equinox. New moon. The radio tells me it’s time for new beginnings. Timely, I think to myself. I watch as the sun lowers itself onto, then into, the Indian Ocean. There’s one bright star, the first of the evening. The other stars are not yet bright enough to outshine the lights in the port.
I can’t help but think of you. Your blond hair, your blue eyes. Your crooked smile and permanently furrowed brow. Your rugged outlay is enough to make me drip from across the continent. My leg over your shoulder, your face buried between my thighs. I’m wearing my favourite purple tie-dyed shirt. I have a bottle of prosecco in my left hand, and a handful of your hair in my right. Those memories will fade with resistance.
This gratitude grommet can’t help but feel a sense of appreciation for swiping right. I feel sadness at our distance. Mostly though, I feel reinvigorated by the thought of meeting someone like you. Apparently, they do exist. Those who are not fooled by the convenience of society. Searching, and finding, more to life than what’s in front of our eyes. Do you see in you, what I see in you? I suppose it is the norm for you.
Both a gift and a curse to feel so deeply, connect so quickly. Letting go of you will happen slowly, as I oscillate between expectation and reality.
New beginnings I’m told. Sure, I’ll take it as an omen. What will the next cycle bring. A home that is both tangibly and intangibly satisfying. A job that is challenging and rewarding. An environment that is vast and exaggerated. These are the foundations for the year.
The worries the have besieged me for the past 18 months have to a degree, disappeared. Should I start worrying about the lack of worries I have, I sadistically think to myself. I’m sure they will come, but for now, peace is here.
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