how simple love can be :: Personal Narrative Essays

how simple drive in can be I imagine slipping issue of my get dressed and into the tub, lying in the gentle light from the window, my eye closed against the instancy of the mid-summer heat. I allow my body to remember the rhythms of the water, and I dream of the thousand spring which first drew people to this city and centuries later still bubbles up between the stones and the sand. I can hear those first horses and work force snort as they drink, so near death and then saved by a crevice in the earth that sings of a settle down darkness and a hundred thousand rains. But the heat of this exalted night pulls me back. Reality is a way caf in Nimes, where Cam is nursing his destination cup of coffee. As I struggle to let go of the daydream, a young dark haired daughter with chubby arms and tired eyes places a card and a small, stuffed blue bear beside my cup. After facial expression for a moment into our faces, a moment when no ones expression changes, the minor quietly makes her way to the next table. When all the tables have been served, she rags her feet to go single-foot by her brothers and father who wait on the sidewalk. At the sound of the fathers mandolin and a nod of his head, the brothers join in on a rough rendition of an old Spanish folk song. The cafs patrons, in deference to the little girl or in a desire for the music to stop, begin to cast money down on the cards, and after a few moments of breathed scuffling with her brothers, the young girl is pushed toward the tables. Once again wearing a vacuous but intense face, she gathers the bills and coins into her hands, then quickly walks back and hands them to her father. He nods at his inattentive audience, touches his hat, and without a word, he and his family drift down the street to the next caf. I reach for the bear, study its polka dot bow tie and swing it on my finger by its gaudy gold thread while smiling at Cam. He tears it out of my hand to throw it after the family, but I hold on to his wrist, and still smiling, open his palm, take the bear back and drop it into my pack.