Moments like those…

We climbed into the shed and timidly moved across it, trying our best to avoid the rat shit that had become an impromptu carpet. We grabbed the ladder. Our eyes weren’t used to the dark yet so we moved slowly, making tiny adjustments in our stepping each time we heard the metal scratch along something. Eventually we exited, with low heads and crunched shoulders. We brought the ladder to the back of the house and placed it firmly in the grass with it’s head toward the roof. He held it steady as I climbed. He came after. We laid the itchy blanket down and crawled across it, trying to evenly distribute our weight to avoid cracking any of the tiles. We were flat on the slanted roof. Feeling perfectly parallel to the stars. The light pollution robbed us of many of them but there were enough to look at. We traced our eyes along constellations, saying hardly anything. It is moments like those that made it worth it. Or maybe it’s moments like those that should have made it worth it.

~ by carik on April 6, 2008.