2000-06-01
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Nocturnal wanderings
Last night, Lover and I went up to Mont-Royal to scope the place out for appropriate lovemaking spots. It was beautiful out, and every leaf smelled so green that I was sure I was going to burst. The sound of the gravel path under our feet and the rapidly dying light and visibility grew more fundamental than the brick and cast iron that we knew lay just beyond the lip of the mountain. The sound of bats grew bigger in our ears than the omnipresent low whoosh of a city's cars, and we could almost believe we were anywhere but in a major North American city. And sitting on a rock above a small stream, we talked about whatever came to mind, doing nothing but talking and holding hands, every shadow that walked by could have been a killer, but we didn't care, and once or twice, I think I might have felt the swell of something bigger than lust, more essential than simple caring. But then I took a breath, and the feeling passed.
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