jcliff

There is comfort in the inconstant, attraction to the promise of change and an undeniable draw to that which I know is fleeting and foolish. It will be a wild ride, you and I, but I'm only ever invited if the ride is temporary, and accept when I know the ride ends in collision. In the intermission, between our first kiss and devastation, along the two-lane blacktop with the top down and a blanket of stars covering us as we ride, during the coasting along the currents of wind carrying to us scents of lavender and smoky highland peat moss and French-pressed coffee and the pages of old books over impossible distances; the sound of the cool ocean air passing over and around and under us as we move, the music of the crickets and owls and cicadas and frogs, the sound of your breath in my ear and the warm wet tickling feel of it on my neck Watching the blinding city lights recede behind us, a fading pollution on our minds and hearts, replaced by the cold glow of moonlight all around and ahead. During this time you bring me calm. During this time I wake up and live again.

I should learn to enjoy the ride. Closing my eyes and bracing for impact will only cause me to lose out on the minutiae. Closing my eyes will leave only the impression of your beautiful face burned against my eyelids. I will watch for the impact this time. I will take it all in, and welcome the ground with open arms. It will be a wild ride. You and I.