Tuesday, September 21, 2004
Electric Dreams
Fate conspires against us in the strangest ways.
I've just discovered the most disturbing things about the Holy City, and the Holy Father.
and I'm not talking about the vatican, or the pope.
Remind me... sigh. Nevermind.
*****
I do this thing whenever I walk on the sidewalk (or, as they call it here, the pavement. Never got used to that one) - I put each foot into the centre of each paving stone. I don't have to so I know I'm not completely mental yet.
And I'm not always conscious that I'm doing it each time.
It brings me back to a night once upon a very long time ago now - dappled shadows cast by treeleaves making intricate shifting, speckled patterns on the ground by soft orange lamplight; the faint sounds of a fountain and the scent of humidity to our left. The air heavy in anticipation, tinged with the sweetness of summer. Foot in flagstone, foot in flagstone, as we matched stride to stride. A presence out the corner of my eye, and a warmth by my shoulder.
A question.
Silence.
Foot in flagstone.
I've just discovered the most disturbing things about the Holy City, and the Holy Father.
and I'm not talking about the vatican, or the pope.
Remind me... sigh. Nevermind.
*****
I do this thing whenever I walk on the sidewalk (or, as they call it here, the pavement. Never got used to that one) - I put each foot into the centre of each paving stone. I don't have to so I know I'm not completely mental yet.
And I'm not always conscious that I'm doing it each time.
It brings me back to a night once upon a very long time ago now - dappled shadows cast by treeleaves making intricate shifting, speckled patterns on the ground by soft orange lamplight; the faint sounds of a fountain and the scent of humidity to our left. The air heavy in anticipation, tinged with the sweetness of summer. Foot in flagstone, foot in flagstone, as we matched stride to stride. A presence out the corner of my eye, and a warmth by my shoulder.
A question.
Silence.
Foot in flagstone.
