She was stressed and anxious, living in a world that brings sadness and disappointments. She wondered why anything matters. She was wondering what the point was, and when you question these things at night, good answers rarely come.
Unlike himself, he came by to visit her, pretty much by surprise. She knew he said he would visit her, but it was too late for anyone to get out of a home, and their friendship just wasn't that type of relationship. She didn't believe him he would. If anyone visited her that night, that late, it would be someone else, but not him. Still, there he was, at the door, both wondering how did that happen.
They talked for an hour, and their conversation started to slow down, as it always does. It was time to call it a night, head home, sleep, and wake up the next day to a beautiful Saturday. But he didn't call it a night. He didn't head home. He said "hey, let's go somewhere," and to her wondering expression he continued, "somewhere outside the city."
She got visibly confused, and also excited. She then, thinking twice, went back to her usual self. Of course, they were not going somewhere outside the city. Of course not. Hell, they were not even going outside of her home together that night. She knew it was time to say good night, and for him to go home, sleep, and wake up the next day to a promising Saturday. She found out, he wasn't going home. He insisted, with a smile, saying "come on, get ready, we are leaving." Confused, again, and excited (again), she needed answers, but a minute later she was in his car, in the passenger seat. He was now starting to drive. They were on their way to somewhere.
By pure luck, the radio had some pretty cool songs. They were driving, talking, joking, and sharing stories. This highway they did not know, and they did not care.
Back then, the world was free of the knowledge of what a GPS is. This was before Google Maps existed as a product or as a concept. This was when lost people remained lost until helped by a local. They were lost and driving towards somewhere. They didn't know how long they would need to drive to get somewhere, or how somewhere would look like. A known darkness wrapped the car, but they were OK; there was enough gas in the tank, music in the radio, and time in their hands.
After some time, time that they were not counting, they decided to stop. To be precise, one of them suggested they stop, but we wouldn't (and won't) know who did. They turned right to a small road, and drove a bit, getting further away from the highway and towards the darkness. He shut the car's engine, and they both got out to the wrapping darkness that night is. They spent some minutes there, in the cold without being cold. Talking. Still joking and laughing, still sharing stories to each other. Then, they made a pause to note that they were really outside of the city, for no reason at all, on a random night, that was, for all of their standards, already over even before he came knocking at the door. Their heads turned up, and there they were: a few shooting stars. This was the first time he ever saw them. They felt it then, it was cold outside, and it was time to get in the car again.
They didn't feel like going back. There were only known problems at home, known distances, known.. things. And the dead cat in the patio. There were no solutions to those problems waiting at home. The only direction to go was further away, deeper into getting lost together.
To continue..
Unlike himself, he came by to visit her, pretty much by surprise. She knew he said he would visit her, but it was too late for anyone to get out of a home, and their friendship just wasn't that type of relationship. She didn't believe him he would. If anyone visited her that night, that late, it would be someone else, but not him. Still, there he was, at the door, both wondering how did that happen.
They talked for an hour, and their conversation started to slow down, as it always does. It was time to call it a night, head home, sleep, and wake up the next day to a beautiful Saturday. But he didn't call it a night. He didn't head home. He said "hey, let's go somewhere," and to her wondering expression he continued, "somewhere outside the city."
She got visibly confused, and also excited. She then, thinking twice, went back to her usual self. Of course, they were not going somewhere outside the city. Of course not. Hell, they were not even going outside of her home together that night. She knew it was time to say good night, and for him to go home, sleep, and wake up the next day to a promising Saturday. She found out, he wasn't going home. He insisted, with a smile, saying "come on, get ready, we are leaving." Confused, again, and excited (again), she needed answers, but a minute later she was in his car, in the passenger seat. He was now starting to drive. They were on their way to somewhere.
By pure luck, the radio had some pretty cool songs. They were driving, talking, joking, and sharing stories. This highway they did not know, and they did not care.
Back then, the world was free of the knowledge of what a GPS is. This was before Google Maps existed as a product or as a concept. This was when lost people remained lost until helped by a local. They were lost and driving towards somewhere. They didn't know how long they would need to drive to get somewhere, or how somewhere would look like. A known darkness wrapped the car, but they were OK; there was enough gas in the tank, music in the radio, and time in their hands.
After some time, time that they were not counting, they decided to stop. To be precise, one of them suggested they stop, but we wouldn't (and won't) know who did. They turned right to a small road, and drove a bit, getting further away from the highway and towards the darkness. He shut the car's engine, and they both got out to the wrapping darkness that night is. They spent some minutes there, in the cold without being cold. Talking. Still joking and laughing, still sharing stories to each other. Then, they made a pause to note that they were really outside of the city, for no reason at all, on a random night, that was, for all of their standards, already over even before he came knocking at the door. Their heads turned up, and there they were: a few shooting stars. This was the first time he ever saw them. They felt it then, it was cold outside, and it was time to get in the car again.
They didn't feel like going back. There were only known problems at home, known distances, known.. things. And the dead cat in the patio. There were no solutions to those problems waiting at home. The only direction to go was further away, deeper into getting lost together.
To continue..
