Friday, August 26, 2005

11 things I love

1. Riding my bike over the Brooklyn Bridge at night
2. Singing in the car
3. Watching the sun set while sitting on the dock drinking a glass of wine
4. Gardens
5. Reading the last sentence of a truly great book
6. Swimming in the sea
7. Chocolate covered raspberries
8. The feeling of anticipation and excitement after clicking "purchase" on a travel booking website as my credit card is authorized
9. Laying in the grass and kissing on sunny afternoons
10. Finding the perfect gift to give
11. Baking pies and making crust art (Blueberry Boy Bait is the best)

Sunday, August 14, 2005

Electrocution at Central Park

I saw a woman get hit by lightening today. I was standing less than 20 feet away from her, taking shelter from a sudden summer storm when the lightening shot down and hit her. She fell to the ground and at first I thought she had just jumped because she was scared, but then she called out to me: "help, help, help..." in this raspy, wavering and completely petrified voice. She had been standing under a tree, right near Strawberry Fields, no doubt on her way to summer stage to see the show as I was. I went over to her and pushed the hair off her face--she was ice cold and the palest I'd ever seen a person, with dark almost black eyes that searched my face for some kind of reassurance that she wasn't going to die. I asked if she was ok, and she told me no, that she couldn't feel herself. I screamed out for help in the direction of the club house down the path and when someone peaked their head out told them to call the paramedics, that a woman had been hit by lightening. That brought out some spectators and within a minute, there were people all around us asking what happened and trying to make sure she was breathing. By this time the smell had become almost over powering--I've never smelled anything as horrible as burning hair and flesh, it was almost worse than watching her fingernails and toenails fill with blood just under the surface. Finally an ambulance came and the paramedics took over and by this time she was more aware of what had happened and asked me to call her aunt Mizuki. I called and listened to her aunt grow more and more hysterical as I relayed the details. It was completely understandable--no one ever expects to get the phone call "excuse me, you don't know me, but I'm sitting here next to your loved one who's just been hit by lightening." The paramedics got her on to a strecher and I hung up the phone and put it as gently as I could in to her front pocket. The whole time it had still been downpouring and I was soaked and shaken to the core. After speaking with police the I walked in the rain to a diner and sat down for a cup of coffee and wondered what the hell had just happened. I've been thinking about her constantly for the past few hours, wondering if she'll be alright and the same person tomorrow that she was before being struck. Eventually I left and went to to see the show, a Japanese ska band opening for Barrington Levy, but I couldn't get the image of those dark eyes out of my mind.

Friday, August 12, 2005

Dust yourself off

Well, I'm back on the bike. I road home a few days ago and have gone riding everyday since. Yesterday I rode along the East River as far as I could go, cruising under the Brooklyn bridge; watching families out walking, suits in their running gear trying to get in shape, couples sitting on benches staring at the water and giving each other gentle kisses while holding hands. I ended up at the LES pool at sunset and jumped in, riding home soaking wet 5 minutes later to find CK waiting on my stoop, new music in hand and that familiar smile on her face. "Karma back on the other side of the pendulum yet becca?" she asked. I smiled back and told her that it was certainly starting to feel that way.

Sunday, August 07, 2005

Summer breeze

She missed him most on days like this one; when the promise of possibility seemed as real as the warmth of the sun on her shoulders. She dipped her toes in the fountain and thought of his kiss, the gallery of their time together gently blowing across her mind, the profundity of his loss weighing heavily on her heart.

Saturday, August 06, 2005

Plastic love dream