I remember as if it were yesterday, those fateful blue eyes.
Standing in my Sunday pajamas in the cold February wind....I slid the credit card through the "fill her up at the pump" slot. Nothing happened. I turned the card upside down and tried again. Nothing. I imagined the "E" glowing brighter on the dashboard. "Damn"!
I looked once. Both ways. No one else was in the parking lot or at the pumps. I bolted for the double doors. This is a really small town. Please God don't let anyone see me in my pajamas, with my "I've been up all night" face on! I'm not vain, but I had a hangover and it had been a long and sad 36 hours leading up to this moment....this I can't even coast home on hope moment.
Kimbies and Papa and I had spent the day before cleaning out Nadine's house. Selling a lifetime of love at a garage sale to benefit her children. Smiling at strangers while our hearts broke. And then we went out drinking. Big time. We laughed. We cried. We made new best friends. We kissed the nicotine stained Sky. Waved at Nadine up there! Over us, watching. And now it was the morning after.....
And I just wanted to go home.
I didn't see him bop through the side door. Full of himself, and Sunday Spirit. But I felt those eyes, those fateful blue eyes from heaven.....rap,tap,tapping on my new day. And so I turned just in time to catch his smile. His Mick Jagger smile.
And I laughed.
For the first time in forever.
And it wasn't long before I danced. For the first time in forever.
And lived. For the first time in forever.
Endings are sometimes beginnings. Beginnings are sometimes endings.
And sometimes the circle goes on and on and on.....
I should have known if I was going to be late for work this morning, I was going to be really late.
I felt that rap,tap,tapping on my new day....
Just before I saw those fateful blue eyes again.....