Conversations with Em could be like wandering in a town you had never seen before, where every path you took might change course midway and take you with it. You had to keep finding your way back to the main street in order to get anywhere.
Today it reminds me of a hat, the large brimmed hats women used to wear at some period during the olden days: hats like enormous halos, festooned with fruit and flowers and the feathers of exotic birds; hats like an idea of paradise, floating just above your head, a thought solidified.
She wasn’t doing a thing that I could see, except standing there leaning on the balcony railing, holding the universe together. The way the profile of her face and body refracted in the soupy twilight made me feel a little drunk. When a few seconds had throbbed by, I said hello to her.