hurricane

we were driving up the north shore. you would occasionally take your hands off the wheel to kiss me. we tried unsuccessfully to get into a closed diner. we jaywalked across an empty street after. we went to the salem witch museum and laughed about it later in bed. we spoke in spanish on the way to rockport. i said it looked like el nido, and you agreed. we listened to my favorite songs, and yours. some of them are still saved in my music library. we stopped so i could see the ice on the beach.

we got to rockport right before sunset. around us, the winter sky had turned orange. as we drove around the coast, the orange slowly faded into a deep, deep pink. this song was playing (wasn’t it?) as the sky swallowed up my line of sight. i can see it now, i can still remember what it felt like, looking out the window, warm in my jacket, taking in the sea, peaceful. and absolutely content by your side.