When we met I thought autumn had somehow started. It was a humid day with a temperature lower than usual for the season. But it was sunny with the light of a September sun. The sun was less bright and carried already a yellow tone of early autumnal leaves.
We walked together a few blocks. First the sun was shy, seemed like following you quietly. Then it appeared progressively behind some of the very thin clouds. In the shade, it was probably a bit chilly. But we did not even notice it.
You talked and little by little together with your voice, I could feel more and more rays of sunlight. My eyes were dazzled. Was is the sun or was it your voice? Sparkling with golden particles.
You smiled a few times. And we were back in summer. Definitely. Light breeze seemed to bring more life and warmness to your voice.
I asked you a few polite questions. I heard the music coming from somewhere. Maybe it was from my head. The tunes were familiar. I was quite sure that it was from my head. The tunes were from the songs you sent me at nights. I felt bedazzled.
The air was warmer and so was my skin. I imagined the touch of your skin under the sunlight. Silky soft it would be, with the colors of the summer turning into autumn and of the autumn transforming back into summer. I felt myself overwhelmed by curiosity and sensations of all kinds. The feeling that I had somehow lost the control of myself in front of you was first fuzzy then clear then again fuzzy. I could not define myself and I could not say for sure which season it was. Hardly after one hour being together. It disturbed me to lose the notion of time and seasons while you were there. We just met a few moments ago. You could not have such effect on me. It was insane to feel like exploring your mind and body in a no-season’s time.
I followed you through the city, the one you had known and lived in a long while ago. Streets after streets. You were still a stranger and I still felt lost.
The evening slowly approached us. You were still a stranger. A stranger whose smile I was familiar with by then and whose voice I could recognize under any circumstances. The sun became dim light by the countryside where we decided to stay.
You put on some music. It helped us to disguise our shyness. Sometimes we stayed quiet. Silence was not awkward. Silence had a smell of desire and I would not mind. Close to you, I could feel your body but did not dare to touch. Close to you, I could feel your lips but it was not time to kiss. Close to you, I had stayed in this dream for four days and three nights. With all seasons coming up all together. Days were nights and nights were days. I daydreamt at nights and thought of you even when you were next to me. I could throw away my watch. Looking at it just disturbed me more.
When I left you, I vaguely remembered which day it was. Time was even less important. Memories right away became hopes. Hopes of seeing you again, exploring you again through the sunlight emanated from your eyes and through the drunkenness conveyed by your voice.
You were still a stranger, the one honored by all of my senses and very deep desires. In a no-season’s time.