In a moment of time, we found ourselves alone, parted from the rest of the crowd, the crowd of happy drinkers and boat owners. The Potomac River became our night guard and the rest was, quite simply, forgotten.
I was watching the American flag that danced with the wind. It was a beautiful dance, a dance with no steps, no rules or routines. I wished I could dance with the wind. Just me and the warm Western wind.
The water is too mesmerizing after sunset. And here where I am, the possibilities are so limitless that you can possess anything, even the picturesque night with the moon’s reflection.
I possessed that moment of peace, selfishly, greedily for my own sake. I held on to it and now I’m laying it out on a page. Yet I am failing to relive it, to recreate that sensation, that sense of pure liberation. I am failing.