it's funny how sometimes memories can become more vibrant because of something that has just happened.
last night it was raining i mean really coming down. so, i walked outside, and stood in the rain until i was soaked. as i was standing there getting wet memories started coming back with unexpected clarity, and intensity. which kind of explains why i didn't go back inside, but anyway i remember things like a yellow rain coat, with a frog on it that i had when i was 6. raindrops on tents, and wet sleeping bags. walking the streets of portland, oregon in the rain, at night, and all the crazy people i met.
i came inside in a northwest rain state of mind, soaked in details.
for some reason in the middle of changing clothes i decided to try, and touch my toes. i couldn't, and i've never been able to touch my toes from a standing position, but it did trigger a memory of a woman i was with when i lived eugene, oregon, and was about 21. she was a college student, studied ballet, a gifted painter, and she was a dancer in strip club. as i was bending to stretch, i remembered her, and how she had showed me the correct way to touch the floor with the heals of her hands, back straight.
i stared out my kitchen window, and let it all soak into the front of my mind. hours spent with her on the roof of her apartment building watching sunsets, and lightning. drinking red wine with her, and the naked women she painted portraits of. the incredible sex we would have in her stand up shower, and how she always brushed her teeth before we got out to go to our 8am classes. still electrified by the climaxes we had shared, in the hottest showers i've ever taken in my life. seriously it was almost painful until i got used to it.
and then i remembered her insisting that she buy my bed when i moved away for a job. i remembered how we lost touch, and the years washed us away from each other. i remember when she gave me the book i'm looking at now a book that has made every move i have in the last 10 years. a book i've never read.
i laid down on the floor next to my huge black dog, he put his head on my chest, and one tear from each eye rolled down the side of my face... maybe they were really rain drops.
either way, i started reading a well traveled book called peter camenzind this morning. the sun is out, it's too blue in the sky to stay inside. i'm going running.
last night it was raining i mean really coming down. so, i walked outside, and stood in the rain until i was soaked. as i was standing there getting wet memories started coming back with unexpected clarity, and intensity. which kind of explains why i didn't go back inside, but anyway i remember things like a yellow rain coat, with a frog on it that i had when i was 6. raindrops on tents, and wet sleeping bags. walking the streets of portland, oregon in the rain, at night, and all the crazy people i met.
i came inside in a northwest rain state of mind, soaked in details.
for some reason in the middle of changing clothes i decided to try, and touch my toes. i couldn't, and i've never been able to touch my toes from a standing position, but it did trigger a memory of a woman i was with when i lived eugene, oregon, and was about 21. she was a college student, studied ballet, a gifted painter, and she was a dancer in strip club. as i was bending to stretch, i remembered her, and how she had showed me the correct way to touch the floor with the heals of her hands, back straight.
i stared out my kitchen window, and let it all soak into the front of my mind. hours spent with her on the roof of her apartment building watching sunsets, and lightning. drinking red wine with her, and the naked women she painted portraits of. the incredible sex we would have in her stand up shower, and how she always brushed her teeth before we got out to go to our 8am classes. still electrified by the climaxes we had shared, in the hottest showers i've ever taken in my life. seriously it was almost painful until i got used to it.
and then i remembered her insisting that she buy my bed when i moved away for a job. i remembered how we lost touch, and the years washed us away from each other. i remember when she gave me the book i'm looking at now a book that has made every move i have in the last 10 years. a book i've never read.
i laid down on the floor next to my huge black dog, he put his head on my chest, and one tear from each eye rolled down the side of my face... maybe they were really rain drops.
either way, i started reading a well traveled book called peter camenzind this morning. the sun is out, it's too blue in the sky to stay inside. i'm going running.
timber_:
you write beautifully. 