Runaway echoes flood my mind while our sky opens wide to a bright shining sun in all her dapple glory lights, running right into my eyes. No fright of anything, nor an ideal could topple the situation of positive love. Those who have should help those who have not; so goes my food, my socks and my ears into CJ’s child self again listening to Aurora with me now on a yellow curb stop outside the Cartel coffeehouse where Melanie tells me I’ll be famous and i nod, laugh a little.
CJ’s lighter cracks a warm glow under the abode of a bunch of clothes he holds over his head and says I’m good just practicing quantum scales and my slides. I return to the world of peace, of love, a simple place of peace and understanding life is not something to be controlled or judged; life is just to be lived, enjoyed.
Angels in unison swoop soft and smooth on the scene, peace strings of connection, secret language no one knows and all understand, we speak in flames of infancy, instigating the birth of a new world, the trees sway, so slightly.
I ask CJ if he needs any water or a coffee. He picks a little green bottle up off the ground by the base of the oleander stalks, white plumes of flowery perfume flow above him. He has me pour from my 32 oz icy water thermos into his little green bottle the size of a finger. When i ask if he needs anything else he says “nah that’s all, I’m good”, lifting the bottle into the air as if toasting to the universe and nods a loose smile.