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Ghosts of Hyde

An archive of my journals from the past 15 years. (A Work in Progress)

Friday, November 12, 1999

The Tranquility of Mauve

On the Orient Point Ferry, swept by the blue, blue, blue and the quiet of my heart and my B. The wind cleansing with the sweetest scalding pain until my hands can't stand it and beg for mercy. While my eyes (and heart) beg to stay out just a little longer. But when the flush of excitement in my cheeks and chin grow numb, I give in.

And so now, I sit inside... my B's head resting peacefully on my shoulder.

(One thought!)

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Later, and settled in at the Queen Anne Inn. It's a beautiful B&B in New London-- a Queen Anne style house restored to it's 1903 condition. B and I are in "the Rose Room." It is absolutely beautiful-- ruddy wooden doors, a hardwood floor, and the soft glow of shaded Victorian lamps dancing off the ornamental arms of the brass bed. The room is filled with aged and dusty pinks... miniature green vines and soft cotton lace in golden white.

I imagine Alexandra's boudoir and realize the tranquility of mauve.

The house, itself, is full of hidden cupboards and creaking floorboards. The hallway is a winding carpet of moss green and the whole house seems to warm one from the inside.

Anyway, perhaps more on the house later...

We went for dinner at a family-style place. There just isn't anyplace like that in NY. IT was a huge restaurant with tacky tablecloths, great food and friendly service. We ate until we were stuffed and the only cloud was bulging over my belt. (It's making me feel like shit lately, by the way... I feel so self-disgusted and self-loathing and at the same time, so out of control... Anyway, I don't' want to write about that now because I really don't want to depress myself).

So, now we're back home... Warm and together in the Rose Room at 10:15 PM! We are both exhausted. He is reading the paper and I am writing here with no TV, stereo, traffic sounds, car radio or any other such distraction in sight. It's just us... And I feel like Annie's parents in "Maybe."

All I know is that I love him with everything that I have and that the whole world is reborn!

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