October 31, 2002
I need a raindancer
Right now it�s 80 degrees outside, the sun is shining down on everything and there isn�t a cloud in sight..
What a horribly retched way to start Samhain. Perhaps I should celebrate by hosting a lovely springtime picnic (that was meant to be sarcastic by the way).
For now, I�m sitting inside hoping for rain, fog, storms, lightning, thunder, hail.. anything but this.
Ian called this morning. Talking to him brought back so many memories..
There�s a park across town called Aqua Caliente. Ian and I used to spend hours there. I would grab his hand and inform him that we were going on an adventure..
Pulling him down to a stream obscured by trees to look at the fish..
Following the stream to a lake with a little wooden bridge and a tiny little island surrounded by reeds that seemed to reach for the stars..
Sneaking into an abandoned house in the middle of the park (which was originally someone�s home or guesthouse before the land was turned into a park)..
Hiking and talking and smoking..
Sitting under palm trees that grew just the right way. Making hidden areas for us to sit in, hidden from anyone who walked by..
Writing in my journal while he wrote lyrics or essays or whatever in his..
And we�ll do it again. Soon.
2:27 p.m.