An Evening Walk
It was a balmy night, the kind of night you want to drink in gulps but can’t seem to swallow fast enough. The sun was just setting behind a plateau of red rocks, sending an offering of burnt yellow rays heavenward. A warm breeze flirted with the hem of my skirt and tugged at my hair lifting single strands like kites in a summer sky. The scent of late Spring blossoms danced along, teasing my taste buds with their sweetness. Quite simply, the air–dry and delicious–was alive. And so was I.
My senses intoxicated, I wanted to slow the seconds–to have time enough to breathe it all in and wrap it up with a beautiful bow for later opening and reopening.
“Do you want to go for a walk?” I asked. “Mm hmm,” he answered.
We started South and the yellow light soon bent beneath the deep pink clouds which then gave way to an indigo dusk. Quietly, he slid his hand into mine, lacing his fingers in that way that he does and said … “Tell me something. Something about you.”
I thought for a minute. Where do you begin when there’s no limit to the answers? Memories and images flowed with the smallest of details and timidly, I began.
He listened as I talked, asked questions when he wanted to know more, laughed at the funny parts, and rubbed his thumb back and forth over my hand when I cried because of how deeply I felt about what I was telling him. It was easy, this conversation. Easy to tell him things. Easy to be myself. Easy to walk beside him.
It was his turn next. To “tell me something.” We zig-zagged back and forth, up and down different blocks, talking and not talking, laughing, listening, hand in hand, stopping to smell every flower within reach, saying hello to the neighbors, watching the moon rise, large and full, pregnant with soft light on the horizon.
And only when the sky grew black with night did we turn to make our way back home. One star hung low and bright in the western sky. Crickets chirped from the gardens by the sidewalk. I looked at our shadows stretched out long in front of us and all I could think was, how much more content could I possibly be?
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That was amazing…
Umm, am I the biggest dork ever because I cried when I read this? You just described what every girl wants. Heck, *I* am in love with him.
Wow… that was wonderful. So happy for you.
krista! i love this and i am sooo happy for you! i really need to hear more! i’m so sad I can’t join kayc and alex on sunday! but seriously, i want to see you soon!
You are the most gifted person in SO many areas, but writing?!!! I absolutely LOVED reading it! You wove a most beautiful and artistic story with your words. WOW!!! I loved, especially, the first paragraph!
I am so. so. stinking. happy. for you. Really, I have a big grin on my face!
So, I have been following with baited breath for the last little while since you posted you’d meet . . .this is awesome! I’ve seen you in the last 5 months . . . were you just trying not to jinx it by not talking or did I miss it because we were at an awkward occasion to chat? Anyhow, no matter, I love this!!! We were probably in St. George at the same time.
I dido Joy!