May 11, 2008
airports
Daniel stayed the night, after our witching hour last rehearsal, and it was past 3 before sleeping. Later, after I walked to the market, sore and my throat dry and hoarse, for coffee and porridge, I tailed him by almost an hour for midday yumcha.
As I walked, the sky autumn blue and faint, high haze, a jet left its evaporating contrail, four lines bulging out then sliding together like a long fine tail etched towards the eastern horizon, where after a time they became erased, in places until… nothing.
For me the sight of these ephemeral lines reminds me of Europe, where at times a stratospheric filigree crisscrossed the sky.
Daniel leaves today. First to Frankfurt, then Berlin and, for a time, Freiburg. Sometime in winter so will I. But in-between…
My beautiful wild Daniel, I love you and miss you already.
daniel at the airport
jet contrailsComments
May 17, 2008 5:31 PM
awwww!!!! I miss you so much too, nothing much exciting happening here now, and I can't wait till I'm with you in Deutschland somewhere making dance and fun things. kiss xxxxx
May 17, 2008 8:59 AM
I started to miss you before i had even left, thank you for changing me in an exciting unbelievable way, opening my eyes taking me elsewhere, you are and idol a friend and an icon.