Returning to his hotel room we both collapsed onto our respective sideds of
the king-size bed, exhausted from the day and claiming our bit of space
after so much time together. Light was overflowing around the blackout
shade, drawing me to the window. Opening the shade cast the room with the
blue light of bulbous full moon. I returned to the bed and the two of us
joined together staring out at this gigantic luminal orb. Hovering in that
perfect moment, we just held one another with no sense of desperation or
need or irony. The perfect stasis was neither physical nor emotional. It
was just this perfect calm, ignorant that we would be joining someone for
dinner shortly and defiant that he would fly half way around the world the
next day. The hotel phone rang.
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