Sunset over Durham, North Carolina

Posted on
Feb 17, 2016
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Durham felt familiar somehow.

Neither of us had ever been there before, but the streets weren’t foreign to us. When the light of the setting sun hit a row of brick buildings it felt like a memory, like a painting by Hopper I’d seen long ago and forgotten about.

Rand made me run to catch the last moments of light, forgetting exactly how short my legs are. This is a habit of his that I utterly hate, one that I hope he never abandons. May I spend a lifetime out of breath, cursing him between gasps as I try to keep pace with him.

Goddamn it, Fishkin.

We raced up to the top of a parking garage.

“There,” he had said, pointing to it before taking off, offering no additional explanation. Sometimes, I know exactly what he’s thinking. Other times, I swear he’s lost his mind, and it is only after I’ve caught up with him at some ice cream stand or bookstore or scotch distillery that I understand his intentions.

He wanted to see the sunset. I raced to keep up with him, with those damn wonderful legs of his that are so much longer and leaner (and occasionally less hairy) than mine.

I hope I spend a lifetime chasing after him. In the end, it is always worth it.

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