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Coasting down the hill, neutral, I’m excited about these prospects; searching, seeking out, it’s always another adventure. That which is sought after may or may not be where we are going. The rumble of the tires over the cobblestone wakens me from my thoughts, "We’ll park in the gravel lot if that’s ok with you and Dara". Traction slipping a little under the winter treads, not quite as sporty as usual but they get the job done. "That bridge, are we crossing over that? I’ve never told you but I don’t particularly like walking on bridges."
"Kate! You’re the only one on the other side!" I was holding my white canvas Keds mom got me for $5 at the PX on base in my hands. The water beneath the fallen tree is rushing with an urgency that reminded me of when we’re late to church early every Sunday morning at 7:00. I never liked having to wake up that early to listen to some boring old stuffy dude lecture us about God, Jesus, the Good Samaritan, or any of those crazy disciples. I mean really, who believes in this stuff anyway? Back to waking up, yeah, I don’t like it and I don’t like the idea of falling into this dumb small river. I could hear the water roaring over the rocks, mini rapids teasing me. "Will you hold my hand while I cross over?"
"Will you hold my hand while we cross over?" he said, a touch of embarrassment blinking in and out of existence in his bright clear blue eyes. It’s memories like this I fear forgetting; overcoming weaknesses together. I make it a point to remember that the sky is grey which gives us a nice even diffuse light for shooting, Jason is wearing his skate shoes just in case he gets wet or muddy, his eyes are a brighter blue than I’ve ever seen, he’s acting shy about the issue, it’s absolutely adorable, and his grip is a lot stronger than usual. My left hand is weighted down by my camera while the other is held tightly in Jason’s hand. "Hold on tight. We’re in for a ride" smiling up into the sky blues and we’re off.
"Can we start the movie already?" Lily and Daniel are impatiently waiting for the popcorn to finish exploding out of the ancient tower shaped popcorn maker. "Yeah hold on, we need to add more butter." They’re always impatient when it’s not them making the popcorn. The steel bowl that’s just a little less wide than the TV is now filled almost to the brim with popcorn drowning in melted butter. The TV is just a little wider than I can stretch my arms, perfect for getting sucked into when watching a movie, especially when it’s The Goonies in the VCR. "Get the soda yourself man. I can’t carry soda and popcorn at the same time."
unsure about this next part, transition sucks but I feel I need to start setting my scenes
Back when we had maroon carpets, egg shell yellow walls, and those really cheap plastic "curtains" in the TV room the TV sat within a massive rosewood cabinet that used to be locked back in the days of Guam. The cabinet remained locked during the day and most nights until our parents realized we had learned how to pick the lock. The days I’m reminiscing of rewind as far back as the first few years after moving to Fairfax, Virginia, the alien neighborhood, the foreign smells the house emitted, the strangers next door