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jchrisobrien) wrote2003-06-18 08:23 am
jchrisobrien) wrote2003-06-18 08:23 am
What adventures we shall have!
The bazaar was a strange and wondrous place. Small booths were crammed with people in formal dining ware. Tuxedoes, ballroom gowns, draped with jewelry and fine scarves. Mouthwatering smells washes over me: garlic and pheasant and glazed carrots, freshly baked rolls and the sweet sharpness of port. A thousand and one conversations swirled by my ears, in as many languages. Interspaced between the tables were vendors plying their wares: Masks, pottery, musical instruments, the entire building suffused with a warm amber glow from oil lamps and candles. But the most wondrous sights were the animals walking down the aisles, or animapartments, if you will.
The soared high above me, twenty to thirty feet, like great giraffes or ostriches whose head brushed the ceilings of this great hall. Their legs seemed so fragile to carry such a great weigh, and yet they never fell or stumbled. And that was a good thing, because who would want to live in a house that would fall over? Some of their torsos had doors in them, and some had small houses on their backs. One of the creatures walked after me quickly and did seem to collapse, the legs folding in on themselves as the belly rushed to the bottom of the bazaar, but that was just because Monsignor G______ was in a rush to speak to me. He sprung from a door in the creature’s side, vigorously shaking my hand and offering me his business card. I tucked it into the breast pocket of my suit coat and begged his forgiveness, for A____ and T____ were waiting for me outside.
They were already engaged in conversation, but both welcomed me with hugs. A____ walked off with me to talk for a while, as we had not seen each other in some time. We strolled along a black graveled path, the stones crunching under our shoes, green grass and trees around us, until we approached a building at the edge of the part. A____ offered me her arm and grinned at me, tilting her head, raising an eyebrow. Before I could ask, we were running towards the building.
I was only half surprised when our breakneck pace took us halfway up the wall, before gravity pulled us back down, running twice as fast as we were before, but by then I knew what was going on. Running as fast as possible, the breath boiling from our lungs, the next dash carries us up and over the next wall and hurling up into the night sky. We hovered briefly at the tip of our arch and plunged down towards the ground again, arms linked, laughing excitedly like children. We didn't touch the ground this time, but swung back into the air, a weight on the end of a string swinging higher and higher into the night sky. The pause at either end grew longer and longer. The city spread out below us while we hovered, suspended in time and space, then blurred past us in a rush of speed that took our breath away and brought tears to our eyes. Eventually our arcs began to drift back down towards the part, becoming shallower. As we road the crest of the last wave, I concentrated as hard as we could and I slowed our descent. We drifted like a slowly leaking balloon in a soft arch to the ground where T______ was waiting for us. A____ landed on her feet, out of breath and laughing, while I slid to a stop on my knees in the damp grass.
T____ had the look of a parent who errant children took too long to get home from school, but smiled at A____'s retelling of her adventure. He offered me his hand to get up. I took a moment, letting my breath return to me, feeling the damp grass against my legs. At last I l took his hand and rose. T____ trusted me completely. And it was, after all, only a dream.
The soared high above me, twenty to thirty feet, like great giraffes or ostriches whose head brushed the ceilings of this great hall. Their legs seemed so fragile to carry such a great weigh, and yet they never fell or stumbled. And that was a good thing, because who would want to live in a house that would fall over? Some of their torsos had doors in them, and some had small houses on their backs. One of the creatures walked after me quickly and did seem to collapse, the legs folding in on themselves as the belly rushed to the bottom of the bazaar, but that was just because Monsignor G______ was in a rush to speak to me. He sprung from a door in the creature’s side, vigorously shaking my hand and offering me his business card. I tucked it into the breast pocket of my suit coat and begged his forgiveness, for A____ and T____ were waiting for me outside.
They were already engaged in conversation, but both welcomed me with hugs. A____ walked off with me to talk for a while, as we had not seen each other in some time. We strolled along a black graveled path, the stones crunching under our shoes, green grass and trees around us, until we approached a building at the edge of the part. A____ offered me her arm and grinned at me, tilting her head, raising an eyebrow. Before I could ask, we were running towards the building.
I was only half surprised when our breakneck pace took us halfway up the wall, before gravity pulled us back down, running twice as fast as we were before, but by then I knew what was going on. Running as fast as possible, the breath boiling from our lungs, the next dash carries us up and over the next wall and hurling up into the night sky. We hovered briefly at the tip of our arch and plunged down towards the ground again, arms linked, laughing excitedly like children. We didn't touch the ground this time, but swung back into the air, a weight on the end of a string swinging higher and higher into the night sky. The pause at either end grew longer and longer. The city spread out below us while we hovered, suspended in time and space, then blurred past us in a rush of speed that took our breath away and brought tears to our eyes. Eventually our arcs began to drift back down towards the part, becoming shallower. As we road the crest of the last wave, I concentrated as hard as we could and I slowed our descent. We drifted like a slowly leaking balloon in a soft arch to the ground where T______ was waiting for us. A____ landed on her feet, out of breath and laughing, while I slid to a stop on my knees in the damp grass.
T____ had the look of a parent who errant children took too long to get home from school, but smiled at A____'s retelling of her adventure. He offered me his hand to get up. I took a moment, letting my breath return to me, feeling the damp grass against my legs. At last I l took his hand and rose. T____ trusted me completely. And it was, after all, only a dream.
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