diamond rings and christmas things

on launching into forever

You ever run into someone - some stranger in a situation that seems so familiar to you that you not only know the look on their face but you know the story and all of the pent up feelings with that look.

It’s a kind of hysteria really.

This happened to me recently - on Christmas eve to be exact.

That was when I saw a young man with a look that I wore on my face some thirty years prior to meow.

He was vibrating.

Physically shaking.

I could see him from across the mall.

I could see him?

Everyone could see him.

Not only was google listening to every rumble from every phone but Lonny said that the vibrations screwed up his starlink gear.

Starlink?

Bah. Lonny’s too big for his pants. He makes another line of noise across the night sky but that’s got nothin’ on the glow coming from this dude.

His jackets open and there’s a bead of sweat just under his chin.

The lights of the store do not flatter him.

But this isn’t a thing about him.

I suspect that this is a thing about her.

And that he?

He’s well..

As I got closer I could see that this was about ‘her’. The wallpaper on his phone featured a picture of him with his arm around a wiry young lady on some beach somewhere.

Maybe if he put a ring on her finger, it might weigh enough to protect her from seagulls.,

A lady that slender may want to exercise caution when near the ocean, prisons or large dogs.

He was looking at rings.

And those rings were white gold.

Those rings held diamonds.

The guy had the look of a guy buying an engagement ring on Christmas Eve.

His look wasn’t that of someone being entirely impulsive.

It was more of the look of someone riding a pendulum to its peak.

He didn’t seem nervous so much as pulsing - pulsing between glowing with a light brighter than a jewelry store with a seventy percent off sale and shorting out - as if to take a breath or a break from the exhausting work of radiating joy.

He wasn’t buzzing with nerves.

He was as inevitable as a pulsar.

Everything was lining up.

This was what was going to happen tomorrow.

And he was the only person in the world who knew.

But I saw that guy.

I took one look at him and saw myself twenty years ago.

And?

I wish I were more nosey.

Or at least a little more pushy

I would have told him that based on my experience, if you do it first thing in the morning, make sure that you’re wearing pants or underpants or anything over your arse.

Right?

Just cover yer arse.

But I didn’t do that. I wasn’t that pushy. I wasn’t that bold.

Instead?

I looked for a necklace for my mom.