Clandestiny

An evening I will never forget. The night was humid and a gentle breeze blew off the ocean. I had just come back from a long journey down in Mexico and was tired from the day of walking.

As I approached the door of the hostel, I saw a woman digging around in her trunk. God knows what for, but it caused me to stop briefly in my stride. I stopped for a second to ponder who this woman was and what could be so important that she would be frantically rifling through the contents of her trunk in the thick of night. I was half-tempted to approach her and ask if she needed assistance, but figured she would most likely be frightened by my shaggy beard and hobo looking appearance. I resisted my temptation but had one those moments where you think that the person you just saw was important, and the stars had aligned to let this moment happen. That out of the greatest odds you were meant to meet. The romantic notion blew through my mind just as gentle ocean breeze through my hair.

I returned to my resting ground and sat at the table in the kitchen. Once again the sensation of destiny as I was faced with another chance meeting. An extraordinary woman entered into my life and struck up a conversation. She spoke with a southern accent that reminded me of the civil war.

As we were speaking a divine wind blew through as a beautiful woman walked into the room drawing attention to herself as the door closed behind her with a loud bang. As she approached I was surprised to find her making eye contact with me. I thought for a second she found me attractive and was coming over to speak with me, but it was her friend she was coming to see.

She gracefully approached where we were sitting with a bit in-trepidation and a small smile on her face. She seemed unsure what her friend would be talking to someone like me, but knew it was her nature to be friendly.

Suddenly I had one of those ah-ha moments that I realized she was the woman I had silently observed on the street. Once again the romantic notion entered my mind. Suddenly it seemed as though the Gods had given favor to me and a chance passing in life would turn into something more.

" Its interesting where our lives lead us and who meet on the way, the memories we select to keep, and the ones we throw away."

We were introduced and I was instantly captivated by her beauty. She had the kindest eyes and the softest lips, that her smile could rival the Mona Lisa's. Much like a sirens song, with every word she spoke I was hypnotized and drawn closer by her southern dialect. Hoping to impress the beautiful southern Bell, I began to speak like a braggart of my grandiose tales across the US. I could not take my eyes off her and must have come off as a bit intimidating and creepy

We sat and spoke for many hours swapping stories about Tijuana and how they had both come to stay at this small hostel in San Diego. If I could have, I would have stayed and chatted with them into the early morning. I didn't want to let the moment end. I had felt an instant connection with her, and was sad to see her go. If only our circumstances were different and perhaps we had more time. I romanticized over how fate had lead me to meet the perfect woman, but she would quickly turn into the one that got away. If only......