Thursday, January 5, 2012
We arrive at midnight after a long evening of pomp and circumstance. She parks in a well lit area and we step onto a substance reminiscent of marble. The temperature is a perfect sixty-eight degrees and a breeze blows the ocean to us. I walk over to a grouping of tall carts and pull one from it's place as she opens the trunk. We both remove and stack the luggage until I am waiting while she parks the car.
On the elevator she presses two. In the time it takes for two people to move in a box from one floor to another she turns to me and says, I'm so excited to be here. Aren't you excited?
Yes, I nod and smile. It's good to be here.
The elevator opens to a small hallway which in one right turn widens to a large porch under a sky lit by a full moon. She turns left, takes a key from her purse and opens the door. Again we begin the deconstructing and constructing, putting things in their temporary places. We work in silence until she says, It's beautiful, isn't it?
Yes. Gorgeous, I reply.
I return the tall cart to the land of tall carts, roll it into the original geometrical pattern and feel like I have done something nice for my fellow man. Then I reward myself with drags from a cigarette in a dark area under a tree on the east side of the building.
When I return to our place she is in the kitchen making a list. I watch and listen as the listmaker of all listmakers has conversations in staccato with the air around her. I look at the familiar, neat handwriting and notice she puts a line through some items as soon as she writes them. My laughter breaks her concentration and she looks at me, What?
I walk to the double glass doors and open the curtains revealing what we can see of the water under a night, It's just you're making a list at midnight. Nothing wrong with it. It's just funny to watch.
There are things we are going to need. I'll get them first thing in the morning.
Okay, I say. I think I am going to bed. See you in the morning. Good night and I love you.
Last night he told me he could see how I have her in me, and all I could think was, I hope so.
Grateful for my Mom.