We parked the car in a Santa Monica parking garage and walked hand in hand through the Promenade.
A strange fog ( most things about LA are still strange to me ) is blowing in from the ocean, cooling the air and giving a dreamy paralax to the trees and buildings and people.
We are talking about our psychic connection as a couple. Bridget and I effect each other in gross and subtle ways, angst breeds angst, joy induces joy.
We have a palpable power over one another. It feels natural, but it also seems amplified between us, especially by the fact that we recognize it. I think this is the case for couples who are close in spirit.
A path between palms. The sea and sand several hundred feet below.
A man on bench, looks homeless, but who knows. I pass him off and hope he doesn’t acknowledge me. He doesn’t.
He looks up at Bridget and says “Thank you.”
This strange, loaded kinda thank you, a weird happy, sad, knowing thank you.
She hands him her Starbucks cup that is filled with ice. He nods and we walk on.
“I knew he wanted my ice. I looked at him and knew what he wanted, then he said ‘thank you’ before I could give it to him.”
“You knew what he wanted and he knew you would give it to him…”
The whole interaction lasted less than 5 seconds, it has stayed with me for the last 15 hours.