“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

7.07.2015

water, night, planets and stars


my feet.  fast water.  delicious darkness.  

they sent me pictures.  they said the corner is wonderful, the water is clean.  they sent more pictures. they said there was a story out there.  because that's the kind of neighborhood in which i live.  that's the kind of friends i have.


there'd been hydrants open all day, all up and down the street.  i'd watched kids playing in the water, listened to the sound as it fell into the creek and rushed onward to wherever it goes.  i'd come home, a long day behind me, and i'd fallen headfirst into an open book full of words and silence.  exhaled, and exhaled again.  and yet again. and then came the messages.  then and only then did i realize the water was still flowing.  and so never mind the darkness, the lateness, the fact that i was in pajama pants.  i just rolled them up and stepped outside.

i never found my friends, but i walked the brick streets barefoot.  they were right - it was wonderful. i felt weight lift from my shoulders, felt like a child, felt like an adult appreciating that childlike happiness.  felt like i didn't care what anyone thought.  felt like summer and magic and nighttime all rolled into one.  venus and jupiter hung bright in the clear sky, moving apart but still close.

i'd taken my old iphone, the one with the crappy camera, not expecting to take pictures, but i couldn't resist. when the ever-wonderful michael called and asked what i was up to, i told him.  put your flipflops on, he said, you'll hurt yourself.  

no.
i love him, but no.

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6 comments:

  1. Beautiful---and I can feel/see it all. Thanks for inviting me to come play in the dark, cool water...

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  2. we don't have fire hydrants. we live in the country and have dirt roads. not paved. dirt.
    when it rains we have mud puddles. to sink bare feet into a mud puddle of water is similar to your
    hydrant water. it is MOST freeing. it always brings back childhood memories. I love it that you stood in water, at night, in pajama pants, in bare feet!

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  3. Except for the iPhone, this looks like, and sounds like 1945. Timeless.

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  4. A perfect moment of summer magic...

    Noodle and crew

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