Lofty Passion

The place:  Fort Steilacoom Park

The city:  Lakewood, Washington

The scene:  Nikki and Alejandro at the park.

Curtain, birds,music,action!

 

Nikki:  “Alejandra, Alejandro.  Wake up are you OK?”

Nikki shakes his shoulder lovingly while kneeling beside him.

Alejandro:  “Huh, what?  Oh hello.”

Alejandro visibly in another world focuses attention.

Nikki:  “You were breathing heavily, you eyes twitched rapidly where you having some sort of nightmare or should I say daymare?”

Alejandro lay on a blanket, hands behind his head, under a Douglas Fir tree Nikki picked

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Nikki’s Tree

out because, well let her explain:  “Here spread the blanket under this tree it is different from the others only six feet so no worry of needles but also it reminds me of a starburst firework as it shoots skyward.  The trunk on a slight arch is the tail and the deformed branches and needles the burst of color or in this case burst of green.”

Alejandro:  “No, not at all I dreamt I was right there beside Neil Armstrong on July 20, 1969 landing the Lunar Module on the moon.  The on-board computer controlled the decent when Neil noticed a large field of boulders at the landing site taking manually control of the lander he set her down safely, one hair raising landing.  I felt the hardness of the levers and switches, I saw the shadow of the LM out the window as we hung momentary inches above the lunar surface, then a thud of impact when Neil cutoff the decent engine.”

“I heard in my headphones Neil’s transmission to mission control, ‘Houston Tranquility base here the Eagle has landed.’

“Then came back Mission Control, ‘We copy you down Eagle, you got a bunch of guys about to turn blue we’re breathing again thanks a lot.’

“It was so vivid but you woke me before I got to descend the ladder to the surface.”

Now on all fours Nikki:  “Wow, lucid dreaming.”

Nikki then removes her glasses exposing sparkling, hazel-green eyes she leans in a ponytail of strawberry blond hair hangs; licking her lips they join Alejandro’s like docking spacecraft, tongues probing; for a passionate moment nothing but the murmuration of wind through Douglas fir.

Nikki undocks and staring into Alejandra’s eyes:  “Welcome home.”

Alejandro:  “Good to be back.”

Nikki:  “Do you love me?”

Alejandro:  “I do.”