The Descent

Days before our departure, and I was already dreading our going back home.

It wasn't the noisy atmosphere, the smoggy air, or the unfriendly faces that I dreaded; 'twas the descent itself.

I had the luxury of coming up at my leisure: without a caravan of impatient drivers and without a paranoid co-pilot.

I didn't play the song for her until days after its birth, but I did show her the lyrics before we made our trip down.

I think she likes it.

Hours, I spent practicing, memorizing it. 

Someone said they saw Lidia dancing along on the other side of the bush where I didn't see her.

People talked a little too much on that mountain, either way.

Stressfully, all twenty-sumthing of us were packed and ready to go.

All four vehicles set.

She rode back with me.

Blessed.

All I had was nerves.

Fully aware of that still-consuming white hole.

Instead of sucking away particles into oblivion, particles were expanding within me from some unknown well of fierce emotion. As if my body has been humming ever since, vibrating with such energy, I wonder how it is I do not explode.

It is a good thing I didn't have to drive all the way back.

We made several stops due to overheating brakes and leaky water pumps. No quality conversations made and there was pretty much silence between us in the car.

Urgh..what buzzing within me!

Bombs burst in the air, on the streets, as we leave the forest and enter into the more so populated lands. 

Red sky.

We're dropping her off and I won't see her until the morrow's evening. I hardly remember living that day, it went by so fast.