Forever

We walked to the golf course. Holding hands. A couple 40s in my bag. The stars were shining bright above us, since the moon was only about half lit.

We made our way towards the sixth hole, because that is where we usually sit. In the patch of crab trees. Not much was on our minds, because we had just gotten off of work, and our brains were in off-mode.

We heard a kind of rustling while we walked up the small hill, and I thought I saw a dark figure running into the woods, but I didn’t say anything. My eyes always play tricks on me in the night, and there are lots of animals that come out there during the night, so I didn’t want to freak myself out too much. It can get kind of creepy out there, when you let it.

We sat down, twisted open the bottles, and laid back to watch the stars. She lit up a clove cigarette and started talking about the dream she had the night before. Apparently it involved her dead cat, so you know it had to have been kind of disturbing.

We had been sitting there for about fifteen minutes when I heard more rustling in the woods behind us. I ignored it, the best I could, and continued listening to her talking.

That’s about when I heard the crunching.

I turned around expecting some horrid beast ready to eat us—but in reality found a little fawn, eating from the ground. We slowly turned around so we could watch this little being, as it happily munched away.

“This is so cool,” she said. “It’s so cute!” I replied.

As the time past on, more and more deer and fawns emerged out of the woods, and started feeding off of the ground. Last night, there was a big thunder storm, so the wind and rain must have knocked off a bunch of the crabapples from the trees that surrounded us.

The deer were literally a few feet away from us. They seemed so big close up.

I picked up a crabapple from the ground and held it toward the closest fawn. It was hesitant, but slowly walked over and grabbed the fruit with its little teeth.

The moment was so surreal. I love being that close to nature. They were such beautiful animals, that barely even saw, besides the ones on the side of the road, that had been hit by cars. But there were actual, standing, living deer, eating from our hands.

We stayed there until the sun started to peak above the horizon. I cursed it, because I wanted to stay there forever. But golfers arrive early, and we didn’t want to run into any problems.

 2002-06-20 - 2:47 a.m.

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