Excerpt of a Memory

“It was weird...I remember reaching out to hold his hand and normally I hate holding hands. We got to the very top of the hill and I sat and I think he alternated between sitting and standing and we watched the sunrise. The colors...the blues and purples and the clouds were so fucking breathtaking. The sun peaked out and it was bright fucking red. Fiery, neon red. It was incredible. There was a tree that blocked the view a tad but it was gorgeous -- looked like a Mandelbrot in front of the sunrise. And not only that was beautiful, the nature side I mean, but if you looked all the way around even on the UConn side, it was all so beautiful. So blue. He and I just marvelled in the nature and how it was cold but not freezing, windy but not too much...such silence and serenity and the colors man...those fucking colors. I told him the ‘drash about how the sky is like a kippah, because it looked so round...it was gorgeous. I stood up and he was in front of me and he was like 'Look over there to that river' so I did, then he said 'Now look at me' and I did and then he leaned in and kissed me. I took off my glasses and it was a bit awkward because my hair was everywhere. But it was so amazing...we were making out on top of a hill at fucking sunrise. In the open. And I leaned into him and it was just...I think the most romantic thing I've ever experienced? Maybe the only romantic thing I've ever experienced?”