Chrisonomicon

Saturday, August 3, 2002

A genuine moment of happiness: I had been cleaning house, paying bills, watching television, surfing the web, and otherwise conducting menial tasks around the apartment this afternoon as M went to finish up some last minute business at work?even though it was a Saturday?and it was starting to get late so I had pulled into a semi-disappointed parking space and sat there while waiting for my cell to ring, reading a book, turning lights on and off, opening windows, looking outside for a maroon Intrepid, and being generally restless, but just when I had considered leaving to meet a friend for drinks or simply hit the sack, the phone rings and I can feel my heart pounding its way into my throat as I catch his name on the caller ID and hear his voice on the other line, his subsequent and repeated apologies, his wish that we see one another tonight, and hurried responses fall from my lips like rocks from a cliff, pulled by gravity or a force I cannot see, and as I press the red button on my phone to hang up, I feel beams of light streaming from my face and rush to capture the moment that will no doubt fade with the relentless current of time, elated at the idea that right now, at this very moment, I am happy.