A gust of wind stole into
the room through the open window and obtrusively pushed its way between us as
we moved hand-in-hand along the outer rim of the garden. The upsurge was so
swift and violent that our arms were suddenly disengaged. When I attempted to
reach for her dangling hand I met with peculiar resistance; an unseen
obstruction, a wall-like, almost tangible force prevented me from reaching
towards and seizing hold of her. Perhaps this was due to some mysterious
natural phenomenon, a whimsical cosmic quirk that had arbitrarily sprung into
this world, the emergence of which had thus far remained unobserved by science,
and now found itself upsetting the pregiven harmony of two unsuspecting
substances. Or, a result of the machinations of imperceptible ascetic
garden-dwelling creatures, offended by the obvious display of affection.
Whatever the case, between us arose an ineffable and seemingly impenetrable
layer of distance. Only with considerable cunning and determined artful
maneuvers did I manage to reestablish the symmetry of our bodies, which just so
happened to coincide with the wind’s forcefulness subsiding. Yet, another even
stranger event followed, when I looked up at her face in search of an
eloquently reasoned response to what had unfolded, I found only a barren
expression. She did not seem to have even noticed the scene. The only marked
change of her entire contour was a lock of hair which had come loose from her
bizarrely sculpted Victorian hairstyle and swung in a cumbersome rhythm below
her ear, like the arm of a pendulum clock, anxiously ticking away in its
solitude.
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