Hug # 41
Hug # 41
Sunday, May 8 12:30-1:30 pm
Kedzie and Milwaukee
It’s amazing. So amazing. It’s amazing, you’re amazing…
Mother’s Day. We had just been talking on the way to Logan Square about hearing a song the night before, and lyrics were just that. So perhaps that’s why it stood out. This man who stood very close, and talked loudly in our ears, was truly excited and amazed. He called out to all around us, wanted the world to know how amazing and wonderful we were. And the girl whose blue dress and tap shoes and jet black hair, her hug at our knees, her eyes up at us, who lingered and came back again and again. She hugged us with a softness, a long holding. And the couples with babies, and the teenage boys, among them one was brave enough to come over and ask us if he could hug us, then did, and went back to tell his friends it was alright. Their teasing did not phase his joy.
I cried for some minutes, my eyes to the grass beyond us, tears gently streaming with Aurora’s arms holding me close. I felt the loneliness of my one body held by the power of two, as if our souls were flying up and looking down on the scene all around. My crying was a slow release, the tears small raindrops which evaporated and condensed again on the dandelions. We were among them.