Haunted by Love in DC
A window opening always sounds the same in any city, and it doesn’t seem to matter much if the time of year makes it cold or hot, it still opens in the same direction. We speak of things that are important here, and our lives sometimes intertwine in unexpected ways, but the mornings are always the best times for seeing ghosts. In the night, we are too worn and hungry to be able to ask the really necessary questions, and we let doubts slide, even when we are pretending to be strong and know everything there is to know. Mornings are the times when the ghosts who are not afraid to be seen come out, or stay out from the night before.
There are places to stay, where hotels in DC can open up a kind of window, a metaphorical window, onto a morning that is simply understood with scents of hospitality and graceful touches. There are places we stay when we are visiting to get to know the city in all of its inside outs, and to begin to open up other notions of living with unsettled spirits. These spirits are not as worn out as we may have once thought. They come back to life when they are recalled, and this is why we sometimes bring flowers to the cemetery, so that we might recall, and help turn an autumn back to spring.
These eyes are windows on a world, these moments are windows on a moment in a day, and this hand is learning how to close. It is the first season for learning how to close, and it was not easy until someone advised using a little salt, and a little bit of the water from under the bed. When my throat begins to close, I think I may have pushed too hard, but I always wake up with more than I started with. This morning was stamped with a trail of salt by our bed, that lead toward something we could not see. When we were younger and not so smart, we would have followed the trail, but this morning, there are too many spirits that are up in arms to be so reckless.
October 18th, 2010 at 11:02 pm
I love the title of the article!!