We move on from my last post on the occurrence of Deja Vu. Humans have a tendency to seek out a place for the Second time ... as we understand "Discovery" again.
So many things - unchanged - right there, where they'd been left... untouched.
A stationary table, settling dust, footprints in the dust, as the sunlight creeps in from the broken ventilator. A half-empty bottle of rum lies on one side , two glasses , where we'd left them. Her lipstick still glistens on the glass rim as it lies onits side.
Some good memories return and the room lightens up. The sepia toned flashback starts and the laughter echoes. Hearts bat faster and the energy starts flowing afresh. We were here a few months ago - not so far back in the past as you would imagine. The room was full as the warm bodies moved in & out of it. Light Latino music played - its melody lost in the din that was us.
The music stops awhile as an announcement is made and the champagne flows. We stand in one corner - watching the human element of this celebration. She's not much of a wine person - not much of an alcohol person actually. But like I just told her - today, one cocktail can't hurt.
A light Bacardi cocktail it is. Bahama mam they call it. An interesting concoction of rum laced with pineapple juice and coconut liqueur. Added a lil coffee to keep the eyes open. This is going to be a long night . We know that - unsaid words, just a gut feel.
The dance starts up and we get caught in the rhythm of it. Her hand whips past and brushes against her glass. It rolls over to the side as I rush in to save the day and prevent breaking glass. The spilt rum stains the cloth covering the table... it spreads out!!
The sunlight illuminates the dust particles as they rejoice at the opened door. Freedom at last - i hear them say. They float past the balcony , stop for a moment at the handrails - peer over the top and continue their journey. My mind and myself - we accompany them to the exit.
"Time is the best teacher. Unfortunately it kills all its students"