Day46

0640

They were out on a date, on a winter night in Prague, so cold it had them both wearing scarves & heavy jackets, hers was leather. They'd just been to a concert, both buzzing, fulfilled, satisfied, yet energized. It was something they'd both been looking forward to for some time. It was close to 0200. They ended up in the only warm haven still open: a McDonalds restaurant, and a run-down one at that.

A lit cigarette smoldered on the floor. Knowing her distaste for toxic smoke, he stomped it out as she looked at him lovingly, grateful, as if he'd done more than smother a butt - there was a much deeper appreciation there, even if the words were not audible.

With the taste of music in their ears, the drive to continue sharing was strong. He pulled out his laptop & loaded up Peter Gabriel - Here Comes The Flood. In another tab he opened a new song he'd written for her, but she had yet to hear. The 2 songs conflicted, so he paused his own - it would wait - and let the music & poetry flow over them.

"When the flood calls
You have no home, you have no walls
In the thunder crash
You're a thousand minds, within a flash
Don't be afraid to cry at what you see
The actors gone, there's only you and me"

He took a moment to take it all in: at the end of a full day, Europe, the magic hour, sharing music, letting it swarm about them, filling their beings, both receptive & open to the universe.

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When he realized it was a dream, he awoke startled, gasping for breath, chest tight, panicked. As if all he wanted was to change the fact that it wasn't real, but powerless, there was no way to do so.