The day after we got engaged, we drove out of Washington (we had slept down by the Mall) to Great Falls, wanting a few more minutes together before we went to my parents house to celebrate with both sets of parents. As we drove out of the city, I quoted Li-Young Lee:
At the gates of the city in which I love you,Washington, DC is our city. It's the city in which I love him even when we're no longer living within its borders.
the sea hauls the sun on its back,
strikes the land, which rebukes it.
what ardor in its sliding heft,
a flameless friction on the rocks.
Today, after he not only found a salad, not only found a plate of grilled asparagus, not only found a cup of iced coffee and carried my laptop back and guided me across the country, we were walking up the street and I realized as that poem popped into my head that San Francisco is one of the cities in which Li-Young Lee loves her. Perhaps it's Chicago; it has been a long time since I read the poem and without the rest of the collection with me, I can't remember why I thought it was San Francisco. But I do.
It is fairly cool to be in a city with someone I love inside a space where someone else loved. Even if I don't have time to explore.
I now have to try to figure out how pressed powder and mascara work. And try not to look like a clown. I wish I had my sister with me too. She's good at things like this.
More later tonight once I go from party to party to party--hopefully, with pictures.