Monsoon Makeups

Monsoon Makeups

I saw a movie, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon and was surprised because I didn’t see any tigers or dragons. And then I realized why: they’re crouching and hidden. ~Steve Martin

Steve Martin’s little line  — maybe the reason he didn’t see the tigers or the dragons are because the dangers are manifestations and not actually present? Is the thing causing confusion confusion itself for confusion’s sake?

Rugby fellow and I sought to meet on a common ground tonight to reconnect and move forward from our dispute. The meeting spot? The trailhead of Hayden Butte, affectionately known to Sun Devils as “A Mountain.” Since I was a little early for our hike meeting time I hopped up on a rock and watched the pre-twilight sky and enjoyed my view if the historic old four mill, for which Mill Ave is named.

I think it’s good that we chose for our first re-date a place that brings so many happy memories for both of us. We bounded up the top of that butte in no time at all and watched the monsoon storms close in on the valley from East, North, and Southwest. Lightening in the distance and the wind teased us with wondering whether we’d see rain. 
It was definitely awkward at first — where do you go from a point of near no return when one or both people may have crossed the Rubicon? We decided to work in the direction of moving forward. One step at a time, just as we went one step at a time up the butte’s trail. As we watched the airplane bellies pass over our heads as flight after flight descended into Tempe’s airspace for landing, I thought of the miracle of flight, and then just of miracles. If people can fly and capture the moon, why shouldn’t this girl and this guy be able to kiss and make up? 

Our little bliss on the butte was interrupted by my screeching and lurching off the ground as something that I can only describe as a millipede/desert roach decided to run across my arm and rugby fellow immediately launched into save the day mode, trying to find whatever creature terrorized me. The moment was gone and so we headed back down to Mill. And found ourselves, quite without design, having dinner together at the same Tempe haunt where we first met more than a decade ago, not knowing then the paths our lives would take to intersect again. And while we don’t know where our steps will take us, but with sincerity in intent, the hope is we move forward, one step at a time.

Sometimes, when you aren’t sure of something, you just have to jump off the bridge and grow wings on the way down. ~Danielle Steel

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