Long dresses
Recently, a photographer friend of mine, older guy, was showing me some photos of his; images from his great life - his wife, his house, old junker pick-up, etc.
He scrolled through these pictures and paused on one he’d taken of his dog drinking from a stream in the woods. His wife was in the background wrangling the other pup and looking gorgeous for sixty or however old.
“Is that in your back yard?”, I asked.
“No,” he said, “just taking a walk after dinner.”
Suddenly, the floodgates opened. This wave of imagery and nostalgia washed over me like a warm bath. I pictured us at their age. Older and comfortable, broken in and living out what was left of our youth doing all these things together..
- walking our dogs in the woods
- making dinner in our country house
- commuting to the city for work
- watching you walk the porch in long dresses
and then before that, younger…
- painting our first home together
- making love to you in our back yard
- strolling on a boardwalk somewhere quaint
- riding the train to the city for a show. on the way back, you’re resting your head on my shoulder with the Hudson in the dark.
There is no doubt, love. I only want you.
