Do you remember (the long December)?
Outside the bar, across the road. You put the music on and turned up the volume, opened the door of your car so they could listen. It was December and I stepped back willingly, felt I almost disappeared as I was watching you move to the melody. You were happy. You were with friends and I was with strangers but I was with you and I was smiling. I couldn’t decide whether the next year could be better than the last; I had lost people but I had found you.
That night, I was the outsider looking in but I saw friends listening to music, on a beach, in the cold.
That night, that scene…was beautiful. That’s all.
Beautiful!
Isn’t it funny that finding one person can outweigh losing so many people?
yes… though sometimes it’s just not a trade, right? I mean, sometimes one cannot outweigh the other, it’s just different. and that’s when it’s hard to decide whether to laugh or cry, because the only thing you want to do is to do both.
Yes, I agree. I felt I was observing the scene from inside the bar… Though with loud music replacing the little dialogue that took place :)
I wonder if someone actually did watch it from the bar- never thought about it before :)
Nice picture by the way ;)
thank you :)
Yes. I remember.
You could not see the scence from inside the bar. It was pitch black and the angle was all wrong. In more than one ways, you had to be there.
It was one of the few moments that define a lifetime, for all we are is a series of connections.
And now, after all these years have passed, I ask myself if we are the same people that played that role on that night.
And if given the same setting, if we would do it again.
And if I were watching this scene being played by different actors, if I would lament the loss of youth in bitterness, or smile ironically, or perhaps feel fortunate enough to have this memory irreversibly attached to me.
And if there are any more of these moments to come…
And if we still have it in us to do it again, the same, but different.
The long december, 25/6/09