Early morning, about 5am and I couldn’t sleep as jet lag was forcing my eyes open and my brain awake. As the sun rose over the city I started walking along the streets, following the paths, a small hotel map that showed a green area with a lake. The quietness and the foreignness of the environment wrapping around me and into my soul and I walked along the pristine clean sidewalks, bright colors, foreign characters, wondering where I was at and walking in the quiet and thinking.
I am sure I was thinking of something, my mind spinning a story, lost inside of whatever phase of life I chose to be in that moment of time. I am sure whatever story I was telling/living in my head was made to make me feel special, appreciated, understood. Yet, that story is no longer in my head, which I was in that moment in time is gone. All I vaguely remember is the walk.
I finally came to the lake, a path meandering around the lake that now had a blue sky over it and people walking along its paths, cherry trees blossoming all around the lake, delicate pink and white petals fluttering in the wind, swans swimming across the surface. As I wandered and watched the white swans gliding along in pairs, wishing I had the one, the love of my life with me holding my hand and sharing this moment with me, a blur caught my eye and as I watched two black swans swimming in unison floated in front of me. Pure magic and beauty before me, the moment captured in my memory, my breath caught in awe as the moment snapped to perfection and crystallized in absolute detail. This was ‘ life’ and the rest of ‘whatever’ was going on with people, emotions, thoughts was all nothing.
Time has passed, 10 maybe 14 years and I don’t even remember when the moment happened. Did I see a Shinto shrine while I was walking, climbing the hand carved stairs to the top to taste the water of life as it flowed up from the earth and flowed over the stones into the basin below. Was that the time my friends and I went for onomoyiaki (Japanese Pizza) and sat on the tatami mats and ordered our mix by clucking like chickens, mooing like cows and drinking saki, plum wine and laughing. Was that the time when I met one of my soul friends for the first time and we drove to the airport in the bus and stopped at the road side stand and had the worst chocolate ice cream ever? I don’t remember as none of those moments in time connect with that single one, that perfect snapshot in time. Sadly, one that had been eroded by time, lost in other memories and thoughts till this morning as I was brushing my teeth looking out over the pond here in Dallas and I saw the white swan swimming along, alone, in the water as the sunrise rose above the trees. Then the moment came back to me, the time when I saw the Black Swans and wishing they would fly as a pair and take me with them to their mountain home to swim in the lake with them and my one as the breeze blew…
