rooftops and planes overhead
The string of lights, clear even in the faraway distance, looked like beads in a rosary. Every now and then, a plane will take off and Ava, Astrid and Philip would be racing to name which plane just took off. Clint was lying down in the sofa downstairs completely out of it. Sydney clearly had too much to drink. And so did I.
I lie down and feel the cold smooth surface of the roof under my palm. I reach out for another ice cube to chew on while I watch Ava playing with Sydney. For a moment, I am afraid that the two might just fall off the roof and suddenly the night would turn into something like a nightmare. But I shrug it off, knowing they won't. Astrid lies somewhere near me, keeping quiet, but making a comment and laughing every now and then. I sigh and think, maybe vodka is too much for me tonight. Another plane takes off...
Last night, if someone were to take a top-view picture of us as we sit or lay there on the moist roof, we would have looked like a scene straight out of Honey and Clover. Warm, nostalgic, unforgettable. That's how it made me feel.
I lie down and feel the cold smooth surface of the roof under my palm. I reach out for another ice cube to chew on while I watch Ava playing with Sydney. For a moment, I am afraid that the two might just fall off the roof and suddenly the night would turn into something like a nightmare. But I shrug it off, knowing they won't. Astrid lies somewhere near me, keeping quiet, but making a comment and laughing every now and then. I sigh and think, maybe vodka is too much for me tonight. Another plane takes off...
Last night, if someone were to take a top-view picture of us as we sit or lay there on the moist roof, we would have looked like a scene straight out of Honey and Clover. Warm, nostalgic, unforgettable. That's how it made me feel.