Amor Visible

These two most certainly read this blog, so it is hard to write about them objectively, as I do (ok, objectively + very personally = subjectively) about the other 'subjects' who are posted onto this digital cork board. This thing that you might feel coating the photo is known as love, visible love...and every one of its infinite offspring (growth, trust, maturity, space, oneness, humor, understanding, compromise...as well as the inevitable 'downside' of said four letter word---lack of space, lack of understanding, frustration, patience-pushing, etc.). I think the upside trumps the downside, even though the words 'forever,' 'partnership,' 'the one,' are not easy to hear or believe or trust at such a young age, and for such intelligent minds. But here they are. This is one of my favorite love stories because it also seems to be made of those OTHER words we are trained to be skeptical of: destiny/fate/happenstance/luck, all arbitrary words taken from the script we can never read...In their case, it might be much simpler than that. It just is. It exists. And they both win.

One afternoon during our sophomore year at college, JJ and I watched from our 2nd story dorm this lovely young strawberry blonde walk across the 'quad' through the Japanese maples, probably on her way towards the library. He commented on the humility aka sweetness of her walk, as opposed to her external beauty, as many young men/men are wont to do. Hers was sort of like a ballerina walk, but more city...there was a slight up-and-down-bob that clashed with the long strides, and he loved this about her. Later that semester, they met...

JJ and I still reminisce on way-back-whennnnnnnnnnnnnnn...but we all do it together, from the comfort of their shared place in Fort Greene, Brooklyn. JJ perhaps has his shoes off and has both knees up on the couch, while Kate is next to him, maybe in her pj's with her glasses on, lovingly clutching one of JJ's baby soft ears in between her first and second knuckles...calm, home.