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A few collected moments

Timothy Bulone

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November 12th, 2014 - 07:47 AM

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A few collected moments

I feel the cool breeze, barely perceptible, on my skin where it is exposed to the air...on the small triangle of my chest below my beard, on the back of my hands, across my cheek and forehead.

The room is crowded with business people in suits, I have worn a jacket but no tie, we hear a state official telling us the worst and best news of his department.

More shorebirds than I have ever seen, a moving mass scouring the sand at low tide. Periodically, one species takes flight and settles farther down the beach.

S is wearing a new gauzy skirt, she is standing in the open doorway, backlit by the kitchen light. I cannot NOT look at her lovely shape in silhouette. My pulse quickens.

I throw the car in park, grab my keys and the letters, throw a quarter at the meter and squeeze into the post office with minutes to spare. I chuck handfuls of letters into the bin.

We sit in complete silence while she tells us she watched the small plane get bigger and bigger and then crash into the World Trade Center. Her office on the 35th floor faced the WTC. When the buildings collapsed, people in her office were crying. They ALL knew someone who worked in the buildings.

A small fire in a little outdoor fireplace paints the courtyard walls a bouncy orange yellow. We sit with our feet out to the fire while R plays a complicated rythmn on the djembe drum.

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