Zoe is more than worth it. I'm going to keep at it. Make some plans, do some networking around town.
He stood now by the small apartment window looking out while they spoke.
Something else weird happened, Yes what's that? Laura asked… The poppy fell off the wall and onto the floor the other day, I slammed the door shut as Anthony and I were heading out to search.
Interesting…
So, yeah… Thank you so much for calling back. I mean… You're someone who gets it.
Who gets it or who gets you…?
They had already gotten through the mutual apologies, she being sorry for overdoing it on her "alterations" of his revelatory and very personal process of spiritual formation and all that surrounded her overstepping, he being sorry for being so touchy and angry to that degree, without hearing her out. The main thing now was Zoe.
Who gets me, yes… Maybe almost half as much as my cat. He smiled.
They made a date when she would come out to see him and they would hit the surrounding areas from a different perspective.
He thought her idea of focusing on restaurants was a smart one, maybe force himself to dig a little deeper in garbage areas.
Tonight the city was chilled to its lowest temperatures yet. But the air was still and the moon cold as bright. He thought about lucky Fred curled up on the couch with Laura, hearing all about the conversation they just had. He got online and played chess with a guy from Zimbabwe and lost four times in a row over the course of two hours while taking trips back and forth to the fridge, to the bourbon in the cupboard above the microwave, to the case of records in the crate on the floor.
AMERICAN PIE was one of his favorites for this mood. The big finale was one he would skip. He would not, however, miss Starry Starry Night…
Over the next few days he was forced to fall into his routines for his work schedules. He thought he was destined to throw up each morning, as getting up early became harder and harder.
He would think about Zoe all throughout the day and was sore in his neck from constantly spinning his head around from side to side whenever he was out in public. He searched desperately. People probably think I have some kind of disorder, he thought.
By grace, there were other times that he would choose to stop thinking and so sometimes gave himself to tai chi on the occasional afternoon break.
He stopped on purpose and chose to cause an intentional swimming through the ether. It was not space of course, but a sort of density through which he swam and forced himself forward as might a fish in a cold stream in the Canadian mountain waters. Limbs being spun in undulating flow, arms waving the space open, slicing through the gelatinous room.
Just keep swimming.… Then stop… The earth turns, feel still how you flow, still one flowing…
Was she here? Was that Zoe…?
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