Embraces on Staircases
A late-night meander beneath streetlamps. An urban, post-diner wandering, our bellies full from that crazy Ethiopian joint down the boulevard from your apartment. Barhopping on the way back to your place. Animated chatter, tequila shots, conversations with strangers, coffee, cigarettes…
Staccato steps shuffling our shadows down a dark side street, a slow and digressive saunter accompanied by the click of your high heels, gently stumbling as we softly bump into each other like waves beneath a carnival wharf...
I think: At this very moment, across this vast city, there are hundreds and hundreds of humans, coupled up, embracing on staircases. Yet each pair are the only two souls on God’s great stage.
Just like you and me.