| Lesbian: Exotic Erotic: Clarissa Finds Her Heart Chapter 1 (1/5) |
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I loaded my car a little after six, just as the sun was coming up. It was cool for August, almost chilly. I was excited about my journey and had started packing a week ago. It was confusing to plan for a month long trip. Obviously, I couldn’t take everything I’d need, so I tried to concentrate on the essentials – iPod, cell phone, laptop, the myriad of chargers for all those, bags of fruit, pita chips, dog leash, Frisbee and water bowl for Dolly, my Border Collie, camera, journal, books of poetry, tape recorder, sunglasses, and on and on. I liked to think of myself as simple and into Buddhism, not attached to things that weren’t spiritual, but when I looked at my heap of gadgets on the bed, I laughed. If I ever did lead such a life, I would be the most connected monk in the monastery. By Wednesday night, I felt fairly prepared. I was planning on leaving Saturday morning. It arrived quickly and now here I was about to embark on the trip I’d always said I wanted to take but never had. My friends Charlie and Eloise had a huge house in Sedona at the base of Red Rock Canyon. I had never been out West, so when they offered their place while they were going abroad, I jumped at the chance. Instead of flying, I opted for driving so I could explore along the way. I closed the hatch of the Subaru, which was loaded to the max, and went inside to get my coffee and do one final walk through to make sure I’d gotten everything. Dolly was running around excitedly. She knew this wasn’t a typical day. She probably thought we were going to the lake. She loved to swim. At six thirty, we were on Belle Isle Bridge crossing the James River, heading toward I-40. The river looked dangerously high. We had had a lot of rain lately, but today, it was clear and beautiful. I felt happy. I petted Dolly on the seat. “Here we go, Sweetheart,” I said as she licked my hand and wagged her tail. “We’ll stop in a little bit and let you have some Frisbee time. What a good girl you are. You’re my Zen girl.” I reached over and rolled down the window so she could stick her head out. She loved that. The wind flapped her ears back and made her look like a cartoon bunny, not at all the picture of canine elegance I had come to adore. I found my favorite Stereolab CD on the iPod and their groovy vibe provided the perfect soundtrack as we left the generic world of Richmond behind us. I had never been able to think of Richmond as my home. It was a dull city, the opposite of progressive. It seemed to run on an odd volition of sameness like a track bound locomotive that never stopped or altered its pace. Any attempt to speed it up was viewed as a threat by people who wanted and depended on their self inflicted comfort zones. That meant extremes were out and safety was in – not exactly the ideal environment for an abstract painter like me. I had moved to Richmond with Emily when Turner Investments transferred her to head up their global trades division. It was a huge promotion for her and they more than doubled her salary. But it meant long hours at the office and frequent trips to Asia. Eventually, our six-year relationship, which wasn’t a perfect match to begin with, slowly |
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very well written
