Portland, Oregon June 1st
The Pioneer Courthouse was brimming with people sitting down eating lunch, sipping on coffee, or chatting about the glorious weather.
I was looking out in the distance. Just past the Starbucks, I noticed a petite figure waving her hand full of energy.
For some hilarious reason we inadvertently both dressed up in mostly black to contrast the colorful and vivid afternoon.
She politely took off her glasses and quickly glanced at me for the usual first impressions.
We started walking towards the millions of food trucks that Portland has to offer and stopped at one of her favorites, a Mediterranean truck. We both order our gyros and speak about her ride down.
We ended up deciding to seat on a metallic table that had the wind blowing from many different directions trying to wake us up.
After grabbing me another diet cola and getting herself some weird form of mineral water the chat goes into anime. The magic of Nodame Cantabile, an anime with classical music and solid plot progression, was discussed.
Over the course of many years the two main characters slowly developed their relationship through their own genius by playing classical music. The ridiculous amount of character development made that anime stand above the rest.
Art has a certain way of bringing people together to share their stories.
We continued to walk around Portland and she told me about how she is a homebody that stays home the majority of the time.
She is a queasy child, queasy of people, queasy of life.
She spoke to me about her fears. She spoke to me about her best memories. She would lead me to one of those memories.
In a vulnerable state as the sun is setting upon the sky, she brought me to a favorite fountain of hers that she would always go to during her childhood. It was her place to have tranquility.
It was incredibly peaceful.
The fountain had a particular structure around it where you could only really see its beauty from one point of view. The only way to get there was to walk around the back side to see the beautiful frontal view of the gushing water.
I sat there for ten minutes to really appreciate her gesture to show me her personal spot. The sun reflected at an angle where the gushing fountain held a monolithic shadow that shaded me to help me reflect.
It felt like her spirit because underneath the protective shell, she had such a quiet, welcoming demeanor.
She continually wished that I lived in Portland to be able to get to know me more and introduce me to her circle of friends.
I wished the same too.
The train is slowly inched its way towards the station we stood upon. We embraced and said our goodbyes.
Unlike the anime series, time wasn’t on our side. We did our best within four hours to keep the ticking clock at bay and experience a life where we were both around the same city.
We gave each other a chance to awaken the other.
I hope the fleeting interaction gave her an endless vitality to live life with energy.