Tuesday, May 21

A BASKIN ROBBINS SUMMER (continued. Part XIV of ? If you are new to this story, you can read from the beginning,

here)

As we walked together, everything within me directed itself to Lydia. My ears strained to catch every note of her sparkling voice. My eyes, small though they are, attempted to take in all of her, imprint that sacred sight, and store in treasured vaults, to be seen over and over again when I would be by myself. I breathed slow, deep, to inhale her every scent, coursing through and perhaps, become a part of me.

I learned so much about her from that walk. Lydia was a seminary student. A woman of God, I thought. The chorus of Beethoven's Ode to Joy rang in my head. She also served in many capacities at church. In addition to being a Sunday school teacher, she sang in the choir, and was some type of leader for the young adults. A living angel on earth… I wanted to walk her to her doorstep, but as she pointed out, I wouldn’t know how to get back to the church building, where I was staying. We eventually reached the double doors.

The whole day was incredible, and I wanted to say something, anything, to let her know how I felt. I looked at her helpless, as I summoned up all that was within me, to rise to the occasion. An awkward pause hung briefly in the air, before Lydia’s happy voice broke it with ease. “Good night!” she sang in a voice completely unburdened, unlike my mind, which had failed me, as she skipped away.

I was so flustered, I couldn’t even say “Good night” back to her before she left. I was still thinking of something romantic or clever to say. Loser, I accused myself. I went up to the top floor, was let in by my aunt, and went straight to bed, to relive the unreal experiences I just had.




yakob at 8:25 PM

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