I had a fucking stellar day on Sunday. I met up with a girl who's just outrageous, clever, funny, honest, caring, beautiful, great taste in music, spiritual in a really down to earth way, great dress sense, wonderful to be around. Thinking I may be falling for her, but even if I don't or if things don't work out then I have this memory:
I cooked for her, we ate Baileys ice cream and drank two bottles of wine over nine hours of conversation and playing each other music, during which we discovered many things in common, including a love of cemetaries. I suggested that we walk to the graveyard on Southampton Common, and once we were there I thought it would be a great idea to dance and run naked under the full moon, one of the most life affirming things I can imagine (short of making love under the same circumstances). We ran around in the nude, enjoying the moonlight on our bodies (the moon means a lot to her), shining my mobile phone's backlight onto graves to read the inscription, after which we clothed ourselves and waited for the sunrise, holding each other for warmth and kissing throughout the night, catching sleep where we could on the grass beside the graves.
Experience is treasure. |
