SWIMMING IN CIRCLES | Fiction

It was after 1 am once we silently escaped the cabin with the remaining case of beer and a worn plastic case of cassette tapes scrawled merely with the phrase “SPARTACUS!” and headed out into the night time. It was simply the 4 of us – Steve, Leslie, Laura and me. The tapes have been Steve’s and we have been taking his automotive as a result of he was the one one sober sufficient to drive and was the one one who knew the way in which.

We left all our mates behind handed out in a sprawl upon worn couches, plastic mattresses or within the errant sleeping bag. There have been possibly a dozen of us there that weekend and quiet puppy-like snores sounded from someplace beneath the varnished pine beams of the wooded cabin. We had simply closed the run of a group theater present per week earlier than. Got nice evaluations and Leslie’s uncle owned this place up within the mountains not removed from Pittsburgh and it appeared solely pure that we must always rejoice by escaping to the woods for a few days to drink beer and play Scrabble. Which we did…together with Clue and Battleship, Trivia Pursuit and an assortment of card video games that lie unfinished on scuffed Formica tables nonetheless plagued by close to empty chip luggage with the unhappy crumbles nonetheless lonesome on the backside. All of that was good I suppose nevertheless it all of a sudden wasn’t sufficient. Not almost sufficient.

Not for this night time. Not as soon as the choice was made. I do not bear in mind whose thought this was initially however as soon as the notion sparked alive it was unanimously determined upon with broad eyes and fervent nods. So with that, we have been now collectively on a mission that was vitally and existentially necessary.

Like newbie latter-day pirates we stealthed guffawing previous our derelict companions in the direction of the entrance door whispering loudly to ourselves, “Quiet, just be QUIET!” I grabbed the beer however the door screeched open sounding like a vampire bat hit with a .22. We all froze and stared again into the cabin ready. Across the room the pinnacle of one among our companions bobbed up half-lidded however then mercifully plopped again down once more unawares. Okay, we’re protected for now. That may’ve ruined all the pieces.

Steve’s Suzuki Sidekick sat jack-eyed beneath a fantastic fir tree the place he had skidded in days earlier than. The ruts have been nonetheless there, lifeless leaves splayed in a path behind it. The factor was pink with rusted fenders however geared up with a shiny new cassette participant so this was the proper combo for the enterprise forward. Not that we had a selection anymore as a result of we have been now dedicated. Besides, this was a job for professionals.

Leslie sprawled lengthy throughout the backseat since Laura selected to perch on my lap within the passenger seat, knees pressed towards the dashboard with the case of beer wedged beneath my ft like some wrinkled footstool. Why we have been so entrance heavy within the car I do not know, however logic and cargo stability had little to do with this night time.

The engine roared alive, startling within the silence because the headlights blasted throughout the forest. And within the mild all the pieces seemed so all of a sudden historical – Thick, crusted trunks of oak and pine ascended into the darkish and patched in moss. Moss, deep boring inexperienced and having unfold incrementally over a long time, lifetimes possibly. A sort of affected person timekeeping unknown and unfathomable to us. Not to us who have been nonetheless younger and infinite. Kids with beer of their arms and an open-top jeep that we trusted will go quick but by no means meet up with its headlights. It was the sort of time when all the pieces felt electrical and the world hummed with journey. This journey. Our journey. This night time which was nonetheless to be written forward of us by some prophet of the air…or by likelihood…or destiny. Should time or moss decide our naive hubris? Perhaps they may. Perhaps they need to. Just not tonight. Just not now.

The tires screamed and caught the earth because the jeep shot ahead down the filth path that snaked downward 100 yards or so out to the primary logging street, the again tires kicking sideways for a second within the moist leaves, then righting themselves once more. From right here it was dry asphalt after which proper in the direction of the lake. Because that is exactly the place we have been headed…the lake.

The street opened up earlier than us like some beckoning lover for the night time forward. The purr of tires on pavement, the mountain timber blurring by us within the rushing headlights whereas beer crushed warming beneath my ft. Leslie was nonetheless sprawled, her arms folded behind her head, Laura shifted on my lap whereas Steve grinned in utter confidence, leaning towards the windshield looking out because the jeep sped up bearing ahead. This was it. Go! It does not even need to be the lake anymore…simply GO. The slurring night-view races previous with rising depth, the jeep now dangerously quick however the wind smells like lilac and bark.

“Kev, how long again?” Leslie asks at me as she leans over. “And, Steve you might want to slow down…” Steve waves her off and squints ahead.
“How long what?” I yell over the sound of the tires. “What’s how long?”
“Till you leave.” Then she grabs the again of the motive force’s seat, “Steve!”
“Okay, okay,” he mutters. “Fine! Fine…” He slows down a bit however not a lot and the wind is sort of deafening.
“Leave?” I feel.
Till I go away….until I go away….Oh yeah, that is proper.
I’m leaving.

I’m transferring to Los Angeles. I had shoved the notion to the again of my thoughts for the weekend not wanting to consider it. It was a deadly selection, terrifying even. A 12 months in the past I would not have even thought-about such a factor, however quickly my scenario grew to become painfully apparent.

I used to be a fledgling Pittsburgh artist and had simply received a serious award right here pondering my metropolis would open her arms to me. Turns out Pittsburgh did not care. At all. It’s an artwork trade factor. A notion factor. A gallery factor. If you were not from New York or LA you have been principally out of luck. No one took you severely. “Oh, a local artist? Isn’t that quaint.” The irony was that to ensure that me to have any potential future in my house metropolis…I needed to go away my metropolis.

And identical to the choice to flee the cabin this night time, as soon as that selection is made, you are now totally dedicated. Besides, I had already put a deposit down on a loft and a lease signed 2,700 miles away in a metropolis I had by no means even seen. What you may uncover is that the majority roads solely level in a single path sooner or later. I lean again over the seat to have a look at Leslie.

“Not quite yet,” I say.
“Not quite yet? What’s that mean, not quite yet? How soon?”
I flip again round and say simply to myself, “It means not quite yet.” Laura places her hand on my knee.
“Well, just come back,” Leslie huffs. “That’s all I’m sayin’.”

Yeah, I might, I feel to myself. Of course I might, however what I did not know was that this could be the final time we might all be collectively. And the wind nonetheless smells like lilac.

Steve brakes all of a sudden as Laura braces straight-armed towards the dashboard.
“The hell, Steve?!” she screams as all the pieces that was unfastened within the car flies ahead.
“Just wait! It’s here. Just hang on! Everyone relax…” he laughs as he creeps the jeep ahead. “There! See? I told you. Amateurs…”

Just up forward and to our left, a light brown signal with an arrow seems within the headlights. It’s virtually hidden amongst scrub brush and I’m undecided how Steve even noticed it. We have been doing 80. Steve slows much more then all of a sudden banks left, careening the automotive down the gravel street, then punches the gasoline spitting tiny rocks behind us.

The pink dashboard clock reads 3:22 am and I think about that nobody in your complete world is awake aside from us. No one. Because we’re the one ones alive proper now and each stunning factor that was ever created ought to sing.

I can see the water within the half moonlight as Steve halts the automotive within the grass. We unfold from the automotive and run to the waters edge. However, we did not have a plan for what we might do as soon as we bought right here. So Leslie shrugs and begins stripping off her garments. Well, I suppose that is now the plan. I had by no means been skinny dipping earlier than. It’s unusual seeing your mates bare for the primary time. Granted it was darkish however you unconsciously be aware of individuals’s bits. Not in any sort of bizarre sexual manner…however you discover these particulars regardless. Leslie is in fact first within the water along with her arms raised within the air and like hesitant lemmings, we plunge one after the other after her.

The water was shockingly, numbingly chilly. This adjustments the metrics instantly. This was a good suggestion, however yeah no. I do not know if the others thought this as a result of screams and peeling laughter erupt as they hurl water in dim blue arcs over their heads, at one another and all in a fearless abandon that solely the celebrities witness…however there was no manner we have been going to be in right here for lengthy. So in my thoughts’s eye I take an imaginary photograph whereas I maintain nonetheless and shivering – These faces and the white moon stark within the sky because the fierce waves of our carousing unfold dimming outwards to the farther shores the place even the sand will really feel the echo of our fleeting disturbances.

So.

Alive.

As predicted, we weren’t in lengthy. Just lengthy sufficient. Long sufficient to say we did it. Rushing out now, the tough gravel sticks painful beneath our ft, the chilly night time air tightening our pores and skin. Where are our garments? No towels or flashlights even. No foresight for such issues. We ouch about and ultimately discover them in darkish strewn piles haphazardly discarded among the many brush. Still freezing moist, we struggled them on grunting. We would dry ultimately I suppose.

We crushed again into the automotive shaking and voltaic and simply took off once more. It did not matter the place to now. Anywhere so long as Steve did not get us all killed. We drove for miles, the lake nonetheless seen to our left however slowly vanishing behind encroaching timber and ultimately disappearing completely. I had no thought the place we have been and I suspected Steve did not both.

Then on the fringe of the forest, to our proper, simply forward, there was a small however conspicuous break within the treeline. Steve slows to a crawl, then to a cease proper in the midst of the street. Maybe a path? It seemed like a path. I do not know. It actually wasn’t a street nevertheless it seemed promising. We ought to simply have the ability to match the jeep via. Maybe.

“Should I try it?” Steve asks wanting over to us, his eyebrows raised.
“Do it…” Leslie says with hesitant confidence. “Yeah, do it. It’s your insurance anyways not mine.”

Steve turns the wheels proper as we creep in the direction of the opening. Yeah, we’ll match. Barely, however we’ll match. Technically not less than. Steve crawls ahead tentatively passing between the primary two fir timber as the trail opens forward. Then got here the sound of small twigs snapping beneath the wheels. If individuals had pushed this earlier than, they hadn’t for some time. More snapping as Steve inches ahead, the remainder of us now surprisingly silent. Then it grew to become apparent the place we had arrived and Steve places it into park.

It was a small clearing in a thicket teaming with vines as the cover of branches arch inky and silhouetted above. We all clamber out and step into the wooded cathedral and stand for a very long time. A really very long time. The earlier scent of lilac was now changed by loam and sage brush, wealthy and earthy. All about us was cricket sound as we instinctively stand shut. No one says something. Then there was a delicate hiss within the timber as a light-weight wind picks up. I knew the sound, the texture of it. I grew up within the nation for too lengthy.

It was going to rain.

Steve’s jeep has no high and possibly we must always get again earlier than it will get dangerous. After all, it could possibly be argued this had been a full night. I used to be about to counsel this however earlier than I may, Steve slyly grins, raises a finger and dashes again to his automotive as I hear him fumbling within the distance swearing at one thing within the backseat. So we keep in place ready for no matter he has in thoughts. Besides, he was driving and we actually did not have a lot of a selection within the matter.

Then we hear music. That’s not what I used to be anticipating. A girl’s voice rises from the automotive as Steve turns the quantity up and rushes again to us.

“I’m watching fish swimming in circles…
Leather bag I grip tightly
Makes a wrinkle in your brow
My friend now you’ve tried it and what do you know that’s new?” **

It’s a music I’ve by no means heard earlier than. Something that in every other context would virtually be forgettable however on this second it holds us in place. Sometimes you’ll want to acknowledge one thing for what it’s earlier than you even know what it’s. This is a kind of moments…one thing ordained for you and solely you in all of the universe. That factor written within the air with a signature.

“Eyes got smaller and you waited
I didn’t even know that today was the day
Smells of summer much too much
To stop, not wait, your forgone conclusion…”

Leslie wraps her arm around Steve’s neck, grinning then reaches out for my hand. We form a circle, arms around shoulders, still in wet in our clothes, squeezing inwards.

The sound starts in the leaves first. The first spattering of rain. Then striking the ground as the leaves around us chatter in the dark and grow louder, then louder. It is coming down now. Forget the jeep, forget everything. Then as if in spontaneous ritual we all begin to sway together, rocking side to side. Laura leans her head against mine as both Leslie and Steve lift their beaming faces upwards to the downpour and squeeze their eyes shut.

“Loss of some life and frailty on the edges
I’m thinking in small pieces
To keep rough waves from swelling
No accident for me to know you
No accident for you to push me out… ”

And then all of us start to weep.

Maybe as a result of it was merely stunning and pure, however possibly it was as a result of, in some unhappy prescience, we knew the lyrics would at some point grow to be true.

“Sparing small change for bigger days
My heart my feet my legs my body
They all will need new housing
But no hilltop manors, no milk and honey
No small words flying or promises to my baby
My baby…”

We forgot time while the lush scent of wet leaves rise up in the dark. Drenched, everything drenched.

The tape plays out and eventually stops. Silence again because the rain had ceased a while back. Take this gift because it’s now over now that you’ve received it. There you go, kiddos. That’s yours now. It won’t happen again and that’s the acceptance you accept. Few get this kind of thing, anyways. Just bank it into memory for the time when you grow old.

And old we all became. I also did move to Los Angeles. It was two months later but it was years before I could find my voice, have exhibitions let alone make a living. Strangely, once I did, I never even bothered to have a show in Pittsburgh. In fact it didn’t even occur to me. The reverse irony of why I left in the first place.

I did come back to visit however, but it’s true we four never all saw each other again. Not all at once anyways. It’s not that reunions didn’t happen, they did, but they were in fragments of passing convenience or necessity – Marriages and funerals mostly. But never us all together again. Some people just forget in time. What’s precious to your memory does not necessarily hold true for others. That’s the simple sad truth of it.

The other sad truth is – you don’t get to relive the rain in forests of music and moss. Not this arrangement of them at least…and that’s okay too. Some things happen only once.

We stumbled back to the cabin just before dawn in that electric hum in which it all began. We didn’t say a word to anyone.

But it happened. It did happen.

We never even drank the beer.

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Lyrics and vocals by Pam Barger of “Two Nice Girls” from the album “Chloe Liked Olivia” 1991