Well, yesterday’s hike along the west side of Mt. Tam was indeed called off on account of rain. Nonetheless, I found myself driving up to the North Bay … at night, heeding a haunting call: I decided to confront my “ghost” …
Years ago, I think it was a friend who told me that “FEAR” stands for one of two things: Face ‘Em And Recover, or F#@k ‘Em And Run. In accepting the job in Baltimore exactly one month ago, it felt like part of that decision was me doing the latter — running from a haunting heartbreak. But I don’t feel like that’s really the case today, after doing the former last night …
Granted, it did get scary at one point, when we weren’t sure what either of us should do at the end of the evening. For my part, I was torn between walking away with my passion in check, or risking reopening a wound. In the end, my heart beat out my head once again …
We awoke to this tranquil and eerie sight ...
Was it weird this morning? Not at all … Was it wonderful? Yes … Will there be heartburn? Maybe that’s what I’m feeling now … Still, a one-night stand is to its love-filled counterpart what a bag of corn chips is to a hearty, home-cooked meal, isn’t it? Well, last night was no bag of Frito’s …
But seriously, what if you were told that you could have your favorite dish in the whole world for dinner — but that it might also be the very last time? Would you walk away because of the thought of how bittersweet it might taste? Or would you sit down, right then and there, and savor every last warm, moist mouthful?
Obviously, we chose the latter. In doing so, I guess we agreed that it was better to chance that bittersweet aftertaste than risk the lingering flavor of regret. We also agreed that a heartbreak can be a blessing in disguise that compels you to move on to new places … like Baltimore.
So thank you — for last night … and for everything.
