Everybody knows that in real life you don’t get musical notes appearing in the air when you sing, everybody knows that hearts don’t quiver in the air between two pairs of kissing lips, but on the day that cartoons came true it was me who answered the unexpected teatime knock on the little-used front door.
He stood semi-silhouetted against the evening-lit fields beyond, he looked at me, he spoke, he asked me “Is your mother in?” but I just stood there, dumb and dumbstruck. Gazing, gaping, gut-wrenched at green eyes, whose impact needed different words to describe than I had hitherto imagined, at thirteen, to be applied to eyes. Words like dirty, dissolute and aching, words like intoxicate, immoral and impure.
And the potent magic of this encounter was authenticated by the golden cloud of top quality sparkling stars which hung and darted and quivered above his head.
[originally on 6S in June 2010]
Magic moments do indeed happen. I know. I had had a few pass through my life. This piece relays this moment so very well.
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