This marks the last weekend that Mr. S is commuting to D.C. for his filming project, and I'm a bit sad for him (because the end of projects - and paychecks - are always bittersweet) but I'm also ecstatic to have my sweetie back without any 5am wake-up calls on the weekends!
We finally took the kayaks out again. What a workout! I have a love/hate relationship with any kind of distance, but the more we do it, the easier it gets. (Or so I'm told.) But the true water adventure of the week was his surprise suggestion that we go out sailing on Friday after work!
Holy cow, I just might pick up a new hobby!
We rented a Hobie catamaran for a few hours and were liberated by the wind! It was incredible! I needed some refreshing on my terminology, and I felt a little silly shouting, "Come About! Hard A-lee!" because it was just the two of us, but he's a good and patient teacher (and he hardly ever laughs at my awkward delivery or unfortunate lack of balance).
We had plenty of reason to celebrate. My sweetie will be home on the weekends again, and I just accepted a contract at The Rep to do a show. Very excited to tread the boards again - my original avenue for soul-liberation. Even more excited that Mr. S will be driving up with me.
"Set an open course for the virgin sea, 'cause I've got to be free..."
Saturday, August 22, 2015
Wednesday, August 12, 2015
Star-Gazing
Last night, we tip-toed barefoot down the road to sit at "our" pier and watch the meteor shower.
Though most of the stars were obscured by the scrim of lingering clouds, we sat, faces upturned to the blanket of night. I stole frequent glances of your silhouette against the night sky
.
The salt water lapped at our dangling feet. Our hands touched, and my lips found your shoulder as I laid my head against it. For a solid time, neither of us said a word. Our breathing found a rhythm with the waves and we sat in silent wonder.
Walking back, we passed a man in his truck and you instinctively grabbed my hand.
I whispered, "I love you." I'm relatively confident you'll never know the depth or breadth of the reasons why.
We couldn't bear to go back inside. Instead, we ventured out to your rickety dock and listened to the fish jumping and splashing in the inlet, heralding the end of another 'weekend' together.
These days and nights spent with you are my vacation, my respite, my sanctuary.
I've never felt closer to you.
I've never been loved like this.
So strong, so sure, so perfectly.
The clouds parted, and our celestial friends dotted the black in a magical display of light and brilliance.
But I had been star-gazing all along.
Though most of the stars were obscured by the scrim of lingering clouds, we sat, faces upturned to the blanket of night. I stole frequent glances of your silhouette against the night sky
.
The salt water lapped at our dangling feet. Our hands touched, and my lips found your shoulder as I laid my head against it. For a solid time, neither of us said a word. Our breathing found a rhythm with the waves and we sat in silent wonder.
Walking back, we passed a man in his truck and you instinctively grabbed my hand.
I whispered, "I love you." I'm relatively confident you'll never know the depth or breadth of the reasons why.
We couldn't bear to go back inside. Instead, we ventured out to your rickety dock and listened to the fish jumping and splashing in the inlet, heralding the end of another 'weekend' together.
These days and nights spent with you are my vacation, my respite, my sanctuary.
I've never felt closer to you.
I've never been loved like this.
So strong, so sure, so perfectly.
The clouds parted, and our celestial friends dotted the black in a magical display of light and brilliance.
But I had been star-gazing all along.
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