I want you to close your eyes
NOT NOW YOU DUNCE LATER JESUS YOU NEED YOUR EYES TO READ.
But I want you to close your eyes and imagine the place you feel safest.
I came from a town in the forest, you know? I lived in a tiny town in Connecticut when I was young. B
ut there was this lake.
A big ol' Reservoir that was flooded over the old town and a young Maurice and Brian and Rachael used to drive down to the Resevoir and sit on the hood of his truck and laugh and talk and later a young Maurice would lead Rachael into the water, and then into the woods...
But before those days, we swam through the resevoir, fished into it, climbed the trees around it, and on one occasion, a young young Maurice and Brian smoked a cigar between the two of them, the first tobacco either of us had ever smoked. As the sun set. We were eleven.
I went out there, yesterday on a lark and threw a whole box of cigars into the resevoir as far as I could, one by one. I like to think they sank down to the flooded town.
What do you imagine?