10.03.17 – Hangers
It was hard to wait for the Ferris wheel to make its full revolution. The top always seemed so far to go with no indication that we’d get a quiet and fulfilling stop at its apex. We were lingering in a rocking seat with pink passion held tightly in our hands and hope in our hearts for a special moment at the sun’s height. You were pinching pieces of that cloud apart and smiling as it dissolved sweetly behind your freshly dyed lips. I couldn’t help but blush every time those blue eyes took a swipe at me and the corner of your mouth curled in approval.
They’d built the wheel right on the shore’s edge and every time we swung around it appeared as though our feet would dip in that approaching ocean. We welcomed it and sought that cold and refreshing kiss with extended legs and toes pointing just to brush the breaking surface. You laughed at my attempts but held yourself low with a bit of a shake and tension that told me of your worries; you thought you might slip too far below that retaining bar. We weren’t looking for a plunge, rather a secondary expression of this date and a lasting impression to carry back to the next go round.
The peak is where we truly hoped to land. Every now and again, before boarding, we had seen that great ring stop with one car tilting at the pinnacle and its occupants pleased as can be for the suspended view. Up there we could stare at the jagged land across the bay and how it tickled the sky to a giggling tint as the sun receded. The great pool now far below our feet stretched out around the mountains and waved gently off the horizon. We saw the swells starting in that drawing distance beneath the strawberry fields and moving unheeded towards our shore, building with a bubbling foam and ready to fall completely upon us with an overjoyed curve.