the feel of the pebble-wash seats remain vivid in my memory, rough and cool to touch they were. my mind was in one of its mental photograph modes again i presume, as it always does when it anticipates moments it believes i should not forget. i remember the two men sitting to my left, how one of the guy's dark shirt looked too tight for comfort and how the other's plaid polo instead looked too loose. i remember the policeman, tall, dark and lean he was, who kept walking back and forth and eventually even, took a seat beside me, fixed his boot before leaving to join his fellow cops. i recall the couple sitting on the bench under the tree near by, how the girl glowed in response to her partner's undivided attention. i remember the crowd that sat outside seattle's best despite the weather... how they seemed more docile, even formal to an unusual degree. i remember the air being cool, humid and charged with a palpable intensity. it set probably the perfect scene for us to talk, to iron things out, to consider, to ponder, to finally, finally...
i remember your rough monochromatic attire: a grey pageboy twill cap; your cotton grey, v-neck; your grey, stone wash jeans that you decided to wear without a belt; your black socks and your black leather sneaks. i remember your stubbled jaw, your lips as you talked or how you would pout and swallow in silence when pondering a difficult question. i remember how you sat, straight; perpendicular; guarded; severe. your hands remained clasped most of the time, only to break away to move awkwardly as you struggled to put words to your thoughts. i remember you said you were fine and that how come i always ask the questions. i remember then telling you that i do so since you never fully answer them, unlike how i do when you in turn are the one to ask. you then asked me and i answered you truthfully. i then asked you again and this time, i took notice of the one part of you that cannot lie. what they said were louder than all the noise the open grounds could muster.
the rain fell on us like blessings from heaven. as people scrambled for cover, i in turn took my time and enjoyed basking under its merciful pour.
it was a good night. it truly was a very good night.