He had met her quite unexpectedly in a place that he had to meet many. A gathering of others mistily much younger that were taking advantage of their parent’s financial largesse to experiment with their eventual degrees in what was the right university. A place that one could put on their list of accomplishments and it expect it to shine for all the decades to come. A place to make all those accepted brilliant in the eyes of others because it was designated as such. And there in the room that all the invitees spent the day was she. Who then, when invited could hope to pass up such an opportunity? He did not plan it but by virtue of their relative age perhaps both felt that they had more to say at their age than all the others who were informally locked within their own set of same. This encounter leading ultimately one of a more personal one some weeks after. The usual polite push pull of conversation ensuing where each was nudged to explain a bit about themselves. As a he, there was no dallying about with the many details intervening between his youth and the current circumstances capsulized from the storehouse of same within which he had currently found himself without. For herself she exclaimed when her turn came, it was complicated. This seance a matter of expressing her current wants, dreams and desires int he context of her many exhausting roles in the daily living of life.
As they had spoken for so long about themselves in these ways he exclaimed that he was glad that there was one difference between them. He had felt that the promise of an attraction had definitely made itself known between them. And he did not wish to trouble it with any declared incongruity. Yet he felt it was appropriate even constructive to declare that he was glad that there was once basic point upon which they say things completely different. Where she saw life around her as complicated he found it simple. How this could be without casually strolling through the traditional mine fields of male versus female might have ben the first thing to come to mind? That particular juncture in the proverbial road where too often one drops a less than subtle hint about some ingrained quality of their own makeup that though a socially sanctioned is essentially overbearing behavior. One facet that might quite naturally cast an unforgiven shadow upon the light of day of the other. A game changer game stopper red warning light saying it was time to bring the meeting to a quick conclusion. The intent of his quip was to infer how in so many things that they had exchanged over the past hours they were alike. Yet like a fork in the road it made him consider how Yin she was to his Yang. The men chopped the thicket of wood just ahead to provide a path. The woman was ever mindful about a hundred concerns following in the cleared pat just behind. This seemed an obvious symbiosis that one might have easily taken for granted. But then again something much more fundamental and enduring then that. A great divide that both sexes had attempted at various times to cross with varied amounts of success. A mountain pass that in the Spring was beautifully pastoral but by the time of Winter became both treacherous and biting.
The meeting was past by much subsequent speculation over the week in the accustomed solitude of their respective daily lives as moderated by their regular schedules. Him leading the field staying a step ahead of an orderly column of expected necessities of his continued well-ordered existence. She chasing about the periphery of the great number of promises and responsibilities signed on to attempt to reign in the ever-present chaos of it ending up being too much. The intervening attempts on his part for further contact as expected perhaps by her own intentions coming with very little encouragement. Perhaps a certain level of ambiguity about how some new association might bring the possibility of the renewal of another unnecessary disaster in her life? The sort of thing that in a woman’s heart would cause a conflict in the maintenance of welled-up former emotions long repressed. should the dam within withholding same risk being blown apart yet again to let their angry pent up waters freely flow? A very dangerous prospect for someone already beset by the weight of so much unresolved past! For him on the other side of town living in a self-imposed severity that only a monk might appreciate his own past was so far away upon an ocean. Though he sail and sail and sail forth in the direction opposite like some mermaid enchantress bound sailor he could not escape its song. The decades past like magnificent cloud filled horizons each unique but in the rhythm of their daily evolution becoming essentially ever the same. A certain level of ennui. His own list of regular duties in each successive endless series of months, the expected masculine manual of arms. The first week of the month being at the ready. The second presenting one’s arms. The third, picking a target and aiming carefully with the fourth being firing en masse! The concluding portion being a slow controlled advance further forward bayonets at the ready expecting the same steady ritual rough treatment from any surviving opponents in return. Simple.
But yet not so simple at all? For in the interim days while walking in a strange neighborhood down a side street he was hailed. A tire strung high attached by a rope to the overbearing limb of a very large old tree came swinging unexpected past his head as he crossed an intersection. Instinctively he pushed it past him and continued back to the avenue and in his returning path found a large oblong cardboard package laying open in the street. Within much to his shock was a naked headless body of a young beautiful woman. A woman that he had once known. Perhaps his former wife of three decades ago? Or further back still, his first sweetheart? To his amazement he noted that the body below him was very much alive with a fancy colorful ribbon tied about its throat. The presentation of it thus suggesting some hastily opened present found under the tree at Christmas. This presented a critical dilemma to him as given the obvious identity however confused, his own former vital connection meant that he could not just abandon it in the street. Yet how could he explain its marked incongruity of a naked female corpse that lived on seemingly blissfully unconcerned that it had no sense of direction or wont of purpose to propel it from that very spot. It was obvious as he took its delicate hand in warm embrace that he was tasked to lead it somewhere. Though where or what consequence it might bring upon him being a growing question. The sight of them as a couple walking down the avenue him leading this ever-animate headless effigy by the hand beside him would be shocking enough to anyone that might encounter them. Would that he had some form of cloak that he could wrap about her to soften the impression! It seemed that fate forever played this sort of maniacal game with him. Whenever after a long Winter of the freezing of his own emotions was in jeopardy of thawing to the reprise of the possibility of a pleasant Spring some absurd situation would be sprung upon him. Though he hated to admit it! Especially in light of the previous conversation of the earlier week, his life was once again, complex!