May 07, 2006 23:15
And somehow, it’s been an eventful weekend. The plan went as such. If I wasn’t going to Cole’s on Friday, Weston proposed a trip to Fredericksburg that we’ve needed to make for some time now. Well, I wasn’t in much of a mood to see Cole at that junction, nor have I been since, so the trip was on with a surrealistic fervor I hadn’t known for quite some time. Odd, misplaced sensations that Wes and I passed back and forth freely. It would have been wrong not to go.
Then, of course, as we neared I remembered more and more vividly why it was always so hard to leave. It’s like a recurring dream that becomes clouded with consciousness but is rediscovered with new clarity every night. The closer we get, the more the trees seem to look like clusters of dancers basking in the sunlight, twisted around each other like lovers should be. He says, It’s a shame we never get the time to do this. and I think, There’s never time for never.
Fredericksburg brought the same wonderful things it always did. Blissfully short cycles of consciousness (four, five hours top before I took a nap curled up somewhere and burrowed underneath blankets) were organized around terrific examples of hippy-country cookin’. That’s why these older hippies can survive all the things they have: they eat just as colorfully as they hallucinate.
We spent some time with LeeAnn and Rich, very, very interesting old hippies who work in the medical field. I stayed up late, tried to categorized the sounds I was hearing, and playing them to the Broadway of shadows in my head within my burrowed cave of fleece comfort.
Our leaving was as difficult as ever, Weston’s grandparents have adopted me with a warning to run Wes off should he arrive without me. I got back in to town and Jace was hanging out at the house with Mike. We all hung around for a bit but I ended up exactly where I knew I was supposed to. It all went together so well this weekend. Everything, right on down to the final detail! Not a single wrong turn, it rained every night, was beautiful during the day, minimal traffic, perfect rhythm, perfect beat, perfect, perfect, perfect.
And yet, I left something out that may seem out of place.. but really isn’t.
Exposed, expected, and totally rejected. Goodnight.