on remembering

It has been four years since I started this blog. Four years since you evoked in me an awareness of summer sunsets and silent conversations. It has been four years since we started playing our dance, our poetry, our song of dragonflies and flight.

A lot has happened since then.

I try to remember our first summer, our summer of floating endlessly and aimlesly into anywhere our conversations might take us. I remember bus rides into unknown destinations with no other company except you and our talk. I remember beach mornings and us literally drifting into sea. I remember dear, our bursting laughter, our deep drinking sessions till daybreak. I remember our mountaintop. I remember why we came to be.

I am happy.

Of course there were tremors but I forget- we always were short of memory when it came to those things.

I am still happy. We still have our fits of laughter every now and then whenever our minds would allow us to wander into our bubble. We still find time to fly, every once in a while.

I am happy, that you are here with me as I write this, still with me, still ready to take flight again.

So I will stop this senseless rambling now and join you on this hill that we have for two.