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physicsjones · 61-69, M
So, years ago, I had a girlfriend from Russia. She was wonderful, and fun, and she had a freedom that came from living in a country where she didn‘t know all of the rules.
We packed a lunch, and went for a picnic. But the parks were crowded, so we kept walking, and found a ver expensive neighborhood where the back yards were huge, and fences nonexistent. We walked through the yards far from the houses, reveling in the manicured lawns and gardens. We found a great spot out of view of any house, set down our blanket. We had a lovely picnic lunch, then made out and napped together and watched the clouds wheel overhead.
It was this wonderful moment of peace and connection. We packed up and held hands as we walked, enjoying the day and each other‘s company. Definitely better than the public parks.
Now, years later, it seems like a dream. After a life of living by the rules, it‘s hard to imagine this carefree moment. It‘s a feeling that, as I feel the number of days remaining dwindle, I hope to recapture. A moment of spontaneous joy, where I feel out of time and so alive in the presence of another, where the usual rules fall away, and we can just be.
We packed a lunch, and went for a picnic. But the parks were crowded, so we kept walking, and found a ver expensive neighborhood where the back yards were huge, and fences nonexistent. We walked through the yards far from the houses, reveling in the manicured lawns and gardens. We found a great spot out of view of any house, set down our blanket. We had a lovely picnic lunch, then made out and napped together and watched the clouds wheel overhead.
It was this wonderful moment of peace and connection. We packed up and held hands as we walked, enjoying the day and each other‘s company. Definitely better than the public parks.
Now, years later, it seems like a dream. After a life of living by the rules, it‘s hard to imagine this carefree moment. It‘s a feeling that, as I feel the number of days remaining dwindle, I hope to recapture. A moment of spontaneous joy, where I feel out of time and so alive in the presence of another, where the usual rules fall away, and we can just be.