Return of Memoryfest - Day 18/31

[bironic]

18. Middle School

My best friend A.'s family invited me to go up to the KOA campground in Kingston, NY with them for a weekend in their motorhome. We drove up on a Friday night. I can't have been in the front passenger seat, but I had a clear view out the front windshield. At one point we were passing through a particularly heavily-wooded area with no street lights, oncoming traffic, buildings or other signs of habitation, and when I looked, all you could see was the vehicle's headlights disappearing into complete blackness.


(I'm sure this would be nothing special for the country bumpkins among you, and I'd been in cars and a motorhome driving at night in uninhabited places before that camping trip. But for some reason, that night in particular stands out in my memory.)

WTF

Comments

[catilinarian.livejournal.com]

You've suddenly made me remember looking out the car window at a field a few miles outside Princeton while my parents drove us home. The sky was that deep, dusky blue that's almost black, and the moon must have been full or very near, because I remember spending the entire trip staring at the outline of my face reflected in the window, impossibly pale and superimposed over the moonlit field beyond.

[bironic.livejournal.com]

Mm, pretty. I love how these simple recollections become so lyrical in the telling.