What They Had the Day When They Began Their Journey Through Time
… The Day She Told Him They Were Made For Each Other…
Silent enmity stood between their beckoning partnership; unknown emotion, divergent thoughts, a mystery of ideas, the wonder of fault.
Then, the look of mirth returned to her eyes and they began to share their realities!
The drive to the branch west of town became a verbal retreat into the reverie of long, ago; testaments of yearly remembrance; the discovery that ‘’you were made for me’; a welling up of the waters within as they moved through the clean air of the countryside over glacial moraines made round and smooth.
And they swam in the drops of their salty hearts with shared visions, realizations, intimate details that no other persons could possibly exchange or be trusted with.
After ten or fifteen miles she played a certain song for him with a beautiful phrase she told him she sang with all her heart while driving or cried alone with, on occasion.
And he looked out the window at the rolling fields and let the water come.
Finally, he said, “You’re right! Who else could we tell those stories to?”
Stories, stowed away, a treasure of red ruby gems containing the rays of a frequency known only to them … unknown to the world hidden from the rest … songs that could only be found swimming in the depths of experiences they knew they had shared at the precise moment of realization an eon of time ago.
For the rest of the journey that day they did as they always had done; they shared the light of their past worlds while they pursued the new reality…the new reality they would call their own.