Woke up to clouds threatening my plans for the day. I sorted out the details of a nice Saturday trip up to Salt Lake City but somehow encouraged the rain to fall by taking a shower and getting myself presentable. My rush to get everything together resulted in a panic to find a rental car, as the vehicle we intended to take would have become desperately waterlogged in the drenching precipitation. One soggy walk to the bus was well worth the glimpse of the graffiti artist's, whom I am infatuated with, newest work. The brick wall of the laundromat was artistically enhanced with a dramatic flair and I was so in love with the gift of seeing it that being drenched and sitting on a bus became the most precious moment. I don't know what it is, maybe it is the new found love I have for art from having actually worked on pieces myself, but contemporary art is so intriguing. I love it more than I have ever loved any other kind of visual expressions that have lasted through time.
The rest of my day was a whirlwind of adventure in Salt Lake. We, M and I, played and were enlightened at the Leonardo museum with their contemporary installations, civil rights exhibit, and the hands on stop-motion cameras. We dined on as much sushi as we could possibly ever eat, and I gave the power of ordering rolls to M as he is the resident expert in Japanese cuisine. The tuna nigira was my least favorite but surprisingly I loved the octopus and the eel more. Salmon nigira remains the best sushi in the world as both M and I agree. Mango mochi lead us to a nearby theater to see a puppet musical version of Aliens where we were indulged in over two hours of pure entertainment.
To say that the night was flawless, would be wishful thinking. I said something wrong. It was mean, even if it was truthful but it was tactless and tasteless. Even now, I wish I had not said anything at all. We sat through an awkward time, trying to recover and find a place to spend a few more hours in the city before heading back. Sonic drive-in and talking in the car in a park healed the uneasiness we were encumbered with. Maybe I am glad I said the wrong thing. It lead to saying all of the right things, all of the words and feelings I had to get out. To put us on the same page, and to feel out what is right for us.
Driving home it was dark and the roads were fairly empty. We shared thoughts and stories to the background murmurings of the oldies station turned down low. Switched to gospel music to ease us into the Sabbath, and kissed when I dropped him off at his house. The rain started diving from the sky onto the windshield as we sat for the last few seconds in the car. My body and soul feel as peaceful and sure as those large water splatters on the glass.
The rest of my day was a whirlwind of adventure in Salt Lake. We, M and I, played and were enlightened at the Leonardo museum with their contemporary installations, civil rights exhibit, and the hands on stop-motion cameras. We dined on as much sushi as we could possibly ever eat, and I gave the power of ordering rolls to M as he is the resident expert in Japanese cuisine. The tuna nigira was my least favorite but surprisingly I loved the octopus and the eel more. Salmon nigira remains the best sushi in the world as both M and I agree. Mango mochi lead us to a nearby theater to see a puppet musical version of Aliens where we were indulged in over two hours of pure entertainment.
To say that the night was flawless, would be wishful thinking. I said something wrong. It was mean, even if it was truthful but it was tactless and tasteless. Even now, I wish I had not said anything at all. We sat through an awkward time, trying to recover and find a place to spend a few more hours in the city before heading back. Sonic drive-in and talking in the car in a park healed the uneasiness we were encumbered with. Maybe I am glad I said the wrong thing. It lead to saying all of the right things, all of the words and feelings I had to get out. To put us on the same page, and to feel out what is right for us.
Driving home it was dark and the roads were fairly empty. We shared thoughts and stories to the background murmurings of the oldies station turned down low. Switched to gospel music to ease us into the Sabbath, and kissed when I dropped him off at his house. The rain started diving from the sky onto the windshield as we sat for the last few seconds in the car. My body and soul feel as peaceful and sure as those large water splatters on the glass.
