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By Irongirl Date: 2003 Dec 27 Comment on this Work [[2003.12.27.22.21.4399]] |
| Diana sat under the cloudy grey splotchy sky in a Seattle coffee house. She had just done a hard run and decided that it was more than fair to treat herself to a little peppermint hot cocoa. Tis the season, right? And she sat there with a bunch of note cards and a pen, wondering what might jump onto the paper. The intent was Christmas cards, but her mind was really just hop scotching back and forth over the events of her life since her move to Seattle. What amazing summers this place had. Nothing in the world compared. But the winters were hard to handle. They could make you pull those covers up tight and not want to get out until spring. Thank God for her training schedule that beckoned her out the door every morning and required that she become part of the living world here an not the zombie one. She doodled on the note cards. She missed that...drawing and painting. She used to be so involved with her art, and now there was little to be involved in anymore. The last pieces she had done were over two years old. She decided right then to get back into it. It was truly the only place that she could start something and be comfortable not knowing the outcome. She could escape and play out her heart and mind with squishy paint and puffs of charcoal filled air. It was a safe place for her to reside and she missed it. So she jotted down on the card, " * Take art class next semester!". Now it had transformed into a "to do" list. Oh no! That was boring on a stick! Speaking of things to do, she wondered what had happened to Chirag since she saw him last. She barely remembered seeing him last actually. The RED DOOR pub can do that to you. Take your memory and hit frappe. Especially on a Vodka Gimlet trip. Chirag was a new acquaintance she had met through friends of friends. Basically, she didn't really know him, but something about him intrigued her. Maybe it was the things they shared in common or the way they got on while talking for hours after they first met. But he was in Vegas now celebrating his birthday. With all his old college friends in tow, she was sure he had a beautiful woman or two on his lap right that very second. The pleasures of the physical were a sure bet with any man. That was not even a question. But the pleasures of the mind and heart, those were things to explore. Those were not so easily attained. She pondered what might become of her meeting him. She wondered if he had liked the card she had given him. The blue fireflies with little glass sparkles on it seemed fanciful to her, but had a childlike quality about it that she wanted to convey. She wanted him to know that meeting him was as easy as it was meeting kids in her neighborhood growing up. Those times when you could just go over and ask to play until you were both tired and then go home having had a good day with dinner waiting on the table. To know that there would always be a game of hotbox or wiffle ball pending, that kick the can could always be taken up the next night. Those were the feelings she got when she met Chirag. A without question partner in crime. Did he get it? And as she looked down at the note card, she noticed that it was time to go................ |