“Like A Vacation”
by Johnny Hooks/2011 for jeff…………………………
The cool air of late afternoon as the fog rolls in and down Haight Street like a veil, feels like the way you kiss me when we make up after a fight: soft, delicate and all consuming.
Memories of the unbelievable way that we met, through seemingly random encounters on street corners, in coffee shops and finally in that crowded concert hall. Shining my usher’s light onto the back of the tight black leather jacket, who turns around?
Walking hand in hand down through the hilly park between my apartment and yours, felt like we had wings that would lift us off that dewy grass and right into the heavens.
The night we lay on the roof of my Victorian apartment building on a mattress dragged from my room below, we stared at the sky and the stars and the brilliant full moon.
On our anniversary, we drove away from the city by the sea and headed north into the ancient Redwood forests; a little cabin our oasis. Exploring in the deepest part of the forest a smaller tree split open and crashed to the moss-covered ground. “If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around, does it make a sound?”
Later a storm blew in from the coast and mirrored the storm I caused, unthinking, careless and sloppy; I shed more tears than the rain. You came at me howling like the wind.
All of these are memories I cherish and revisit in my mind’s eye; not very often, only sometimes, like a vacation.