Monday, November 9, 2009

Wind

They say that Ida is going to make things wet and windy tonight. The storm will hit east of here, but it'll bring some wind and rain with it.

It makes me think of 2002, when S and I had just moved down here. There were two tropical storms, a week apart from one another. The first opened a hole in the ceiling right near or bed and we decided to move before the second one, which turned out to be DURING the second one.

The movers took the big things for us, but we waded through the water and took the boxes of small things ourselves. S was wearing combat boots, laced high and I warned her about the potential of "swamp foot", which she laughed off, thinking I was making it up (her feet were pins and needles the next day). We got the last of the things moved just about the time the city got the pumps working and suddenly the knee level water we'd waded through was back down beneath the curb, where it belonged.

We stood in the window of our new place and watched the people outside. A man wearing a wetsuit with fins, carrying a drink in his hand, passed beneath our window before disappearing into a bar. We laughed and hugged in the window before changing into dry clothing and heading out to eat.

We sat down inside of Clover Grill, two of the only people in the restaurant that weren't working there. We watched CNN, listened to the cook and the waiter complain and it all seemed surreal and humorous somehow. We are hamburgers and watched the rain run down the big windows. We sat on the same side of the table and looked down the street toward our new apartment.

We went in that night and listened to the rain on the windows while we fished out parts to make the television work so we could watch the weather repots that would tell us if we should go, leave, see. We huddled alone together and it seemed, really, like there were just the two of us and then everything else. We went to sleep that night thinking we could wake to howling winds or apocalyptic scenery, but it didn't worry us for some reason; we weren't afraid (we were naively excited, perhaps).

That's the feeling that I look for today, how I'll know when I'm with the right person; everything will seem like it's going to be alright. Not just at moments when it might not be, but more often than not. I know that life isn't all peaches and cream, but when you've hit a dark patch and you can look at the person you are with and feel like everything is going to be all right because you are together, well... that's what we all hope for, right?

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