April 7, 2013 14 Comments
I was recently inspired to write a bit about Al seeing — really seeing — Duke’s land. After coming back from vacation, I wanted to enhance what I’d written given some of the emotions are similar. Here’s what I decided on:
Duke takes my hand and leads me up a little incline where a tree leans with the direction of the wind. Looks like a tough old tree, telling off the wind because it’s not moving from this spot. It makes me think of the kind of people Duke is, living out here in the middle…of…
My brain just fumbles to a stop as I gaze over the land Duke’s brought me up here to see.
It’s so vast. I can see the horizon way out there. Is that the curve of the planet? Just gold and blue and specks of life, splashes of green and brown, the rolls of hills dotted with cloud shadows. I can hear the wind and my breath and my heart. The sun bakes down on me, and then Duke’s hand is squeezing mine.
Before now, cowboys were just sexy like denim and strength. This man beside me is so much more than any of that. I’m staring at the land, but I’m seeing him.
All my life, I’ve been the leaves on this tree, shaking in the wind, trying to hold on.
Duke is the roots.
Be sure to visit tomorrow because I have a guest post from LGBT YA author Madison Parker, and I might be doing something naked in it. And winning an acting award.
What? Both could totally happen