Sophia’s Dress

Start story with ‘Impressive’
Include: ‘damned’ & ‘Jackson’

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Impressive. What the mind of man can conceive and achieve. Towering thirty feet above street level in downtown Buffalo, New York: The oh so appropriately – if somewhat unimaginatively-named: ‘Skyway.’

Built on engineered columns thick and strong as the thousand-year-old residents of California’s Calaveras Big Tree State Park. It’s roadbed a compressed sandwich of rebar thick as a man’s forearm, steel and concrete. Impossibly dense and sturdy.

Yet equally soft and sinuous. Its curves gentle, but pronounced. Subtle, yet provocative. Embracing and enhancing the road as would a dress decorating the inimitable Sophia Loren. The tiniest breeze pressing it tighter and tighter , accenting her womanliness. A fine wine poured into and assuming the contours of an even yet finer glass. Thus, it’s nickname to the locals: Sophia’s Dress.

Her undulations being constantly traversed by semis packed with anything and everything from slinkys and gold-gilded Bibles to Action Jackson figures and ‘read this and forever be damned’ underground writings and ramblings.

Some of these, perhaps share a pinch of rationality. Some pure fictional mystery. Others yet, prophetic in their synchronicity: ‘How can this possibly be ?!’

Those who first experience a ride along Sophia’s Dress sense a mixed menagerie teasing and tickling their five senses. Such is the all-pervasiveness, the gloriously genteel tiniest-touch-of-a-fingertip ethos imbued in this otherwise mundane mixture of rebar, concrete and steel.

Impressive: What the mind of man can conceive and achieve.

Oftentimes, inexplicably yet so wonderfully augmented by The Universe .. in this case:

… the steady, repetitive dup dup / dup dup / dup dup unmistakable sound of a heartbeat generated as one’s vehicle passes over the slightly-raised expansion joints embedded in her on ramp …

Offering to you and me and all a gift equally esoteric in its beauty, mystery and serendipity.

The Taste of Forever

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Begin story with: ‘Profundity’
Include: ‘Many’ & ‘Never’

Profundity: That rarest of rare ineffable exquisiteness which bestows itself on only a few, select moments in ones’ lifetime.

The heart-palpitating wild wonderment of your first kiss shared with the girl in high school you couldn’t imagine was but just another living, breathing person like you – her innate incredulity in your eyes lending her more the air and aloofness of Queen Nefertiti.

You & her. Together with a bottle of wine, two Ball canning jars and a cooler full of ice. Thoughts and feelings aligned as precisely and perfectly as the arrows on Orion’s belt. In your 1976 Pontiac Catalina at the drive-in movie show. “Supper’s Ready,” the magical, mystical soul-searching opus co-crafted by the English band, Genesis and God Himself playing over and over on your car’s state-of-the-art 8 track tape player.

Heaven has its angels. The Universe: its stars. The oceans: their layered depths of mystery decorated with otherworldly miracle upon miracle swimming .. floating .. cavorting .. exploring .. mating .

You … have her. She … has you. You’re both young. Healthy. Innocent. Searching. Yearning. Discovering. Strong, pink hearts measuring out the seconds .. the minutes .. the hours .. the lives the two of you have yet to immerse yourselves in.

Orion. The songs of the Whales. The furthest unseen planets circling the furthest unseen stars. As you take her hand in yours. Comforting her soul. Your heart nearly overdosing on the mix of sheer beauty and adrenaline as you feel her give your hand the slightest, barely perceptible squeeze in return.

No words. No thoughts. Just a plea to the Heavens: Please. Let us share this moment again and again and again. As many ‘agains’ as can fit into one lifetime.

You share a kiss.
Flavored with the taste of forever.

Hold on. Never let me go.