A bouquet of thoughts and emotions that were cascading thru my mind, as I drove away that night, from one side the music was so real and intoxicating that I sang out loud.

On the other hand in the back of my mind, I was perplexed; Why now ?  Was this a coincidence ? or had my subconsconcious set me up ?  Was this so that I would force my self to deal with her ?

The road was uneven and bumpy, which only made the ride out to the edge more amusing. Inside my mind, I went thru every detail in a futile attempt to discover what had happened along the way.  For me it was almost a surreal evening, from dinner to the lounge, the conversations and the "lack of" to the glimpses that still haunt me even the lights of the city were way behind us now.

Somewhere along the road, I stopped to take a short break.  It dawned upon me that maybe our natural flight response must have kicked in, which explains the inner workings of her mind.

Her mind, yes that was the real reason I was in this deep place in trying to decipher the beauty of her soul, yet the unrefined naivte of which glided over every day matters.  In my projections, I attempted to go back in time, and visualize her as a child and thru the different stages of life she had gone thru.

The beautiful part of tonite was that the phones were not ringing, and appointments did not matter, it was the solitude of the road, that allowed me to reflect deeply upon this mystery...

excerpt from "The night we called it a day"