The cranes point their long fingers to the stars they will elect mayor of their brand new penthouse suites.
There's something about walking through an airport that makes the possibility of your being important very real. And you can wear it, if you walk respectfully fast, with confidence. I would say it's empowering to leave the ground alone- for your business to bypass gravity altogether.
She left the ground alone, through elation. Walking almost entirely on her toes, always the first in line, with arms raised too often to be called short. So when he first slipped high heels behind her feet, it was to catch her, not to keep her.
Just because you miss the vintage doesn't keep the wine. It's a nostalgic process and a keeping one, to make wine. I can only imagine, really, having no experience myself. They say the sense most tied to memory is that of smell. So when you pulled that cork from the bottle you made the summer you met twenty years ago… well was it the closest you could get to going back? Was it the best in time travel that our hearts and minds have managed? Did you close your eyes and drink it in the same place you first spoke? Did you say the same things all over again? It would fire all your same synapses, they would all lead to all the same thoughts. You could be the same people. The wine would loosen you up, and the process, a little placebo, a little laughter. Did you bottle enough for next year? Are 20 bottles enough? What if the marriage goes to thirty? After the last bottle will you leave? What are you keeping in those bottles? The relationship or wine? Who are we?