Tuesday, October 14, 2003

R ~
The elongated car drove itself back to our place without hesitation - a horse remanding itself to it's stable. A police car trailed for about 3 miles, then broke off in hot pursuit of some Century Boulevard perp. I vaguely wondered how I'd explain myself if I got stopped, then forgot about it as I flailed to put out the reading light while negotiating three lanes of traffic, lurching forward each time I pressed the gas with a foot which had yet to make friends with the power pedal design. While nursing intermittent paroxysms of whiplash, you were in my thoughts, even as I dashed headlong down the Playa Vista hill into that thick and mysterious fogbank. The fog usurped my vision somewhere around Water's Edge, which is no where near water at all, of course, and I got home by feel rather than by sight.

As soon as I walked through the door (no mean feat considering it was closed at the time), the cats were hollering in tandem for their long overdue evening meal, their meows fierce operatic rantings, unlike the unegoic mews of the more docile of their species. The apartment still resonated with everyone's energy and it took some adjustment, as it always does, for my being to understand that the lights were on, but no one was home. I cried a little over this gnaw of emptiness, but not much, then chanted a gleeful chant for your safe arrival, and your safe return. My body weary, I busied myself afterward with mindless things as the fog enfolded even the interior spaces. The air hung wet with it. After a while, the cats and I flounced on the sofa - insouciant - and looked at some television. I fell asleep there, prior to your takeoff, and woke up in the middle of the night, wondering what continent you might have gotten to now. Love, ~ K

posted by: rjon | October 14, 2003 11:32 | comments