April in Minnesota, the spongy ground soaking up the natives, many of whom are venturing outside for the first time willingly in months. After the snow melts the empty trees and dead grass turn the whole landscape gray for a few weeks before budding with life again. I like to go on walks though town imagining the whole neighborhood rolling out of bed and slowly acknowledging that it has to make itself presentable for another trip around the sun.
Suddenly I am talking to Kala, She wasn’t here a moment ago but is now standing in front of me. The sidewalk follows the curve of the road and its possible that we just ran into one another unexpectedly, I don’t always pay the best attention after all. She is telling me a story about her brother but it seems bizarre, her arms flail with emotion, eyes darting from side to side.
“He put his head in a box! I cant understand a fucking thing he says anymore and he’s never around.” She rambles on and I do my best to look through her and still appear to be paying attention.
How did I get here? I remember leaving my parents house, I haven’t lived there in years, its not impossible though that I could be visiting. I scour the landscape behind her head for any discrepancy. Everything is in order, my focus shifts to the tree behind her, I will it to bud, explode with life! Nothing. I return my focus to Kala, still talking, I want to check my watch but I cant think of anything more impolite, she pauses for a moment now seemingly calm.
“Ive gotta go, but hey, I am gonna be downtown tonight you still going to be in town?”
I nod, “Ill be at Rod’s.”
“Awesome that’s where we all go, see yah there”
She walks past me. I take a few steps, my wrist snaps to my face 11:34:53, fuck, a few more steps, 11:35:01, fuck, fuck. For a moment I am tempted to look behind me and see if she is still walking away but I keep moving forward. I guess that just happened but, then again, you can never be too sure about these things.