Me Too
It has seemed to me that profound messages come from kids and those enjoying their “golden years”. Not always so.
On the pool deck at Playa Linda, I was watching Junior play in the shallow walk-in pool section, I noticed a young couple (mid or early thirties) sitting in their pool deck chairs next to me. They sat there for a while and watched the pool and the kids also. Not a word passed between them. After about an hour of this silent sitting, the guy reached over and touched his partner’s hair, then dropped his hand back to his side.
He looked over at her and said – “Me too”
Nothing else – just “Me too”.
They got up, packed their pool stuff, and walked away. No Huff and Puff. No romantic and passionate staring or anything else. Just –
“Me too”
HMMMM “Me too’
Now that will get your imagination going. – “Me too” – it started to get the better of me. In the meantime, Junior had joined a tribe of kids, and was under the eyes of at least three moms. This allowed me to lay back on my lounge and close my eyes for a moment.
“Me too”
That is all he said.
The pool overflowed with children’s noises. The sun played on the sides of the resort walls. Odors and feelings came and went all over the place. Off somewhere at another hotel or resort, there was a steel drum player making lilting tropical sounds and it floated lightly to our area.
That afternoon – in Aruba – sitting by the pool of their resort –
“Me too” is all he ever said and – she understood.
charles
Last edited by charlescroes; Saturday, May 27th, 2006 at 10:12 AM.
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