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 | Voyage of the heart
entry by DeepCyde
9/21/2004 8:33 PM
| Wednesday December 13, 1995.
It was our 1 year anniversary since we started dating. I had a car, but couldn't afford the gas, let alone any insurance. It was 83 miles to her house, and it was a school day. My girlfriend being more important then school, i decided i would make the trip to see her. If i left when i was suppose to leave for school, I could be in her arms by nightfall. It was +8 Degrees F. With a 10 mile an hour wind coming from the west, it was quite nippy. I donned my jacket, windpants, big leather chopper mittens, face mask, and a pack with an extra set of clean underwear & socks. I grabbed my mountain bike and started peddling. The roads were fairly clear, it hadn't snowed in a few days. A few icy spots and the occasional motorist flew by. I stuck to the back roads, watching and enjoying the scenery. I started getting hungary, and stopped in at a gas station. I only had 85cents. So picked up a loaf of unsliced wonder bread that was marked for 80cents. With tax it was 86cents. I used a penny out of the little dish. I grabbed my goods and walk outside, the wind was picking up, coming from the northwest. Head wind. I put the bread in my pack, saving it till i could find a sheltered area from the weather.
There it was, an old barn. 3 miles from the place i bought the bread, i trudge through the windswept, deep snow. I find a hole near the base of the door and crawl in. It was fairly well lit, from all the holes in the ceiling. The second floor of the barn was non-existant. I find a spot to sit, in what was once the milk storage tank room. the tanks were still intact. I hopped up on a ledge and opened my pack. Opened the bread and starting tearing off handfuls and stuffing them with numb fingers, into my mouth. Satisfied i put half the loaf back in the bag, reseal with the twist tie, and put in my pack. I climb up to the top of the milk room, and stare across the barn, it's delapidated 2nd floor, listening to the wind whirling through the many entrances that it finds.
I look at my watch, it's getting late, only a few more hours of sunlight left, and i have another 30 miles to cover.
I leave the barn. Sadness.
I love old places. I dream of their thoughts, the memories, the stories, and the lives of the people who once worked, lived, and died. Who will not return.
But i will.
I Made it to my girlfriends just shortly after dark, she was surprised, as i expected her to be.
One trip. Two Loves.
A Passion.
[last edit 10/22/2004 2:06 PM by DeepCyde - edited 1 times]
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