Thursday, July 19, 2001

No Ordinary Love

It was cold last night. Luckily I remembered to bring my beanie to keep my head warm. I suddenly remembered, as our car pulled away from my driveway, my cashmere lined gloves. That were sitting on my dresser. I reminded myself, this is the middle of July. Think warm thoughts, I repeated to myself, as if that would magically bring me the comfort of a down comforter. I sank into my seat, and felt the air move around me. I listened as I closed my eyes to random conversations going on around me. Voices, not sure of what they were saying, but they were there, all right. I inhaled deeply and felt the cold air fill my lungs.

I listened to the music fill the night; voices filled the gaps, of which there were few. The music warmed me for a moment, and smiled to myself, that private smile that people seem to catch and make them always say, "What?" I sang quietly to myself and felt myself lifted for a few seconds, the trouble of the day prior washing off my skin. Amazingly, the music snaps one back to a place and time always associated with that song. A certain day and time, smell and taste, and even person. I let that thought grab me, then I breathed it away. It is now, I said to myself, and that's all I need to worry about.

I looked up at the stars, not seeking out the Belt of Orion as I always do, but wondering of the enormity of it all. I craned my neck to see planes flying overhead, and watch the lights soar into the distance. Fog, I remember now, crept into my space, as it seems to know where I am. It covers us like a blanket.

People around me were singing too, dancing and moving in their private spaces. A kiss here and there. Hold me, she stared at him. He willingly pulled her close. I watched this exchange and felt her coldness melt away with the contact of his hands on her exposed shoulders. Obvious to the world around them, they danced, and he sang the words into her hair.

A million people in the public space of the world, despite our eyes, ears and mouths taking it all in, they created a private space of connectedness and were a party of two, and only two, dancing, singing and vibing.

So it went the Sade concert last night. I highly recommend the show, if you can catch it, but make sure you also catch the opening act, India Arie, too. Thanks to the World of Curls and The Clock Watcher for their company. And a night full of laughs, singing and Krispy Kremes.

Voodoo

posted by Voodoo Child @ 8:12:00 PM