We drove across the Brooklyn
Bridge in solace. The roads were quite somehow, only a few late drivers
sauntering passively over the water. The roof of our convertible was down, and
the gentle sounds of piano, a telecaster, and a simple drummer made the
Manhattan Skyline all the more vivid to my eyes.
I tilted my head up. The
stars I saw were like diamonds in the sky and the moon was a faceless ghost. I
closed my eyes and let my body elevate me out of the car and into the sky. I
released my mind to be at rest, and circled this tranquil moment
over and over so that it wouldn’t pass. I was brought back into the car when I felt
a soft touch on my fingers. You looked at me as I turned towards you, and
squeezed me hand gently a few times the way you do. And then you smiled.
It didn’t matter where we
were headed anymore, or when we would get there. I just wanted to continue the
wander with you.
