During my senior year at Howard, in October 1972, I met a beautiful Ethiopian woman in a cafeteria one Sunday. She spoke English , Amharic, and several other tongues, and was majoring in pharmacy. When she spoke, it was as though tiny bells tinkled and birds stopped to listen. We talked until the cafeteria closed.
Unable to leave her so soon, I proposed that we ride into Virginia to enjoy the foliage: the golden, brown, and red autumn leaves. She agreed. Away we rode into the countryside, until, nearing a marine base I espied a resplendent hill regally beaming.
So, we parked. Then we trekked to the top of that sacred hill that glowed and beckoned to just us in the late fall afternoon. Attaining its summit, we found ourselves ensconced amid a bevy of burdened trees whose leaves were falling like snow, cascading down to earth. She laid down in the leaves, looking up, and was soon, laughing as leaves laved her from on high. Mystified and magnetized, I lay down beside her and looked up. Soon we were both being buried alive in fallen leaves and laughing uproariously.
Sweet, romantic memories are borne by fallen autumn leaves.
Monday, October 19, 2015
SWEET AUTUMN MEMORIES
During my senior year at Howard, in October 1972, I met a beautiful Ethiopian woman in a cafeteria one Sunday. She spoke English , Amharic, and several other tongues, and was majoring in pharmacy. When she spoke, it was as though tiny bells tinkled and birds stopped to listen. We talked until the cafeteria closed.
Unable to leave her so soon, I proposed that we ride into Virginia to enjoy the foliage: the golden, brown, and red autumn leaves. She agreed. Away we rode into the countryside, until, nearing a marine base I espied a resplendent hill regally beaming.
So, we parked. Then we trekked to the top of that sacred hill that glowed and beckoned to just us in the late fall afternoon. Attaining its summit, we found ourselves ensconced amid a bevy of burdened trees whose leaves were falling like snow, cascading down to earth. She laid down in the leaves, looking up, and was soon, laughing as leaves laved her from on high. Mystified and magnetized, I lay down beside her and looked up. Soon we were both being buried alive in fallen leaves and laughing uproariously.
Sweet, romantic memories are borne by fallen autumn leaves.
