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Jun. 4th, 2005 08:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stormdogMoira and I spent the time from eleven o' clock or so when we finally got up through to about four o' clock this afternoon on a trip out to Madison for the goth girl garage sale. A couple of my sweetie's online friends are involved in it and we got to meet them for the first time today. That was much fun, as was seeing Madison again, hippie-like Ann Arbor-esque town that it is. The day was made somewhat anti-climactic by my stopping at an ATM and thinking that my paycheck had somehow never been deposited. (I actually found out later that I simply had much less money than I thought I did, but that's another story...)
But, what I wanted to write about was the trip itself. The raccoon girl and I got caught in an absolutely fabulous downpour on the way out there. We were driving contentedly westward along I-94, through the beautiful rolling hills and drumlins on the edge of southwest Wisconsin's driftless area. The weather finally warm enough to be just a little uncomfortable, we had each reached into the back seat to open the little pop-out window on our respective sides of the truck to let some moving air in so we didn't have to run the air-conditioning. We were alternately talking to each other and quietly enjoying the passing scenery when we noticed we were driving into an ominously dark cloud bank. It wasn't long after noticing the dark clouds swiftly approaching from the west that we were under them. First the world began to darken so quickly that we could easily discern the moment-to-moment difference in light. Then we closed up our windows as rain began to spatter on the hood and windshield. I turned on the wipers as the downpour gained momentum; the cars ahead of us began to throw storm-grey sprays up into the air behind their wheels and droplets on the side window became so concentrated that I couldn't see my mirrors. Finally, we angled over onto the shoulder and stopped as I confirmed my lights were lit and switched on my hazard blinkers.
A few cars continued to pass us by, but I could see motorists both in front of and behind us doing the same thing I was; that is, when I could see them through the deluge that was limiting visibility to a few hundred yards and making the world into a sea of gray dotted with fleeing red-haloed ghosts on the road ahead. My sweetie and moved a little closer to each other in the truck, talking excitedly about the storm as the sheets of water flying against the car began to remind me of a garden hose fountaining against my window.
I felt so energized, snug with my sweetie in our secure shelter under the rain, the truck our own private viewing room for this demonstration of nature's beauty. We talked about the storm, and I turned and looked at this beautiful girl sitting next to me, her eyes excitedly shining in the cloud-born pseudo-dusk, and suddenly I was kissing her, passionately, my arm around her, feeling the comfort of her against me, totally lost in the feel of my lips on hers, the warmth of her breath mingling with mine, and my mind filled with nothing but that perfect moment. Then we were snuggled against each other, side to side, her head on my shoulder, and we just looked out at the storm, just beginning to recede, and were content.
Soon enough we were on our way again; time spent meeting new friends was good and browsing through the garage sale (and showing off a couple of my finds) was exciting, but I think the memory of that while spent on the shoulder of I-94, in my truck, in the rain, will be with me for a long, long time to come. It will be on a shelf behind a glass door of a certain cabinet in my mind; the cabinet where I keep a few special things that I look at whenever I pass by it and know that, when I need to, I can open up that glass door and take them in my hands and feel them once again, just for a little while so my dirty hands don't dull their sparkle, to get me through when life is hard.
Thank you my star; you are forever loved.
I want to write about the last good chunk of time; I know I haven't said anything here in a while. I am hoping that I have a chance to recap tomorrow. There's a lot to say and a lot to express and I hope I'm up to it. In the meantime, I'm going to enjoy my evening.
Peace, my friends.
But, what I wanted to write about was the trip itself. The raccoon girl and I got caught in an absolutely fabulous downpour on the way out there. We were driving contentedly westward along I-94, through the beautiful rolling hills and drumlins on the edge of southwest Wisconsin's driftless area. The weather finally warm enough to be just a little uncomfortable, we had each reached into the back seat to open the little pop-out window on our respective sides of the truck to let some moving air in so we didn't have to run the air-conditioning. We were alternately talking to each other and quietly enjoying the passing scenery when we noticed we were driving into an ominously dark cloud bank. It wasn't long after noticing the dark clouds swiftly approaching from the west that we were under them. First the world began to darken so quickly that we could easily discern the moment-to-moment difference in light. Then we closed up our windows as rain began to spatter on the hood and windshield. I turned on the wipers as the downpour gained momentum; the cars ahead of us began to throw storm-grey sprays up into the air behind their wheels and droplets on the side window became so concentrated that I couldn't see my mirrors. Finally, we angled over onto the shoulder and stopped as I confirmed my lights were lit and switched on my hazard blinkers.
A few cars continued to pass us by, but I could see motorists both in front of and behind us doing the same thing I was; that is, when I could see them through the deluge that was limiting visibility to a few hundred yards and making the world into a sea of gray dotted with fleeing red-haloed ghosts on the road ahead. My sweetie and moved a little closer to each other in the truck, talking excitedly about the storm as the sheets of water flying against the car began to remind me of a garden hose fountaining against my window.
I felt so energized, snug with my sweetie in our secure shelter under the rain, the truck our own private viewing room for this demonstration of nature's beauty. We talked about the storm, and I turned and looked at this beautiful girl sitting next to me, her eyes excitedly shining in the cloud-born pseudo-dusk, and suddenly I was kissing her, passionately, my arm around her, feeling the comfort of her against me, totally lost in the feel of my lips on hers, the warmth of her breath mingling with mine, and my mind filled with nothing but that perfect moment. Then we were snuggled against each other, side to side, her head on my shoulder, and we just looked out at the storm, just beginning to recede, and were content.
Soon enough we were on our way again; time spent meeting new friends was good and browsing through the garage sale (and showing off a couple of my finds) was exciting, but I think the memory of that while spent on the shoulder of I-94, in my truck, in the rain, will be with me for a long, long time to come. It will be on a shelf behind a glass door of a certain cabinet in my mind; the cabinet where I keep a few special things that I look at whenever I pass by it and know that, when I need to, I can open up that glass door and take them in my hands and feel them once again, just for a little while so my dirty hands don't dull their sparkle, to get me through when life is hard.
Thank you my star; you are forever loved.
I want to write about the last good chunk of time; I know I haven't said anything here in a while. I am hoping that I have a chance to recap tomorrow. There's a lot to say and a lot to express and I hope I'm up to it. In the meantime, I'm going to enjoy my evening.
Peace, my friends.
