Who: Ira, the Moorens, and Jesse When: Monday, January 18, 2010 Where: Solaris St. and Crevasse Café Rating: PG-13, for language. Summary: Theo traumatizes his father (and Ira). Then they have lunch. Warnings: I don’t even want to know how much Staas will owe the swear jar after this thread. Also, self-indulgent music reference on my part.
It was just after one, and Ira was dawdling in front of Past Life, trying to choose whether he wanted to walk or bike to Crevasse for lunch or not. It had drizzled a little that morning, leaving the pavement slick and dangerously icy so he opted for the stroll instead. The afternoon air was chilly, the sun high above and drowning in a puddle of gray, sad-looking clouds. But Ira was bundled up in protective layers of scarf and coat and gloves, and it was damn nice to move his legs so freely after having stood around for hours at the register during his last shift, gloomy weather or not.
He skipped over a muddy puddle and headed down Solaris towards the café at a fast clip, idly humming a pleasant little tune* to himself. “… ‘But for now we are young, let us lay in the sun and count every beautiful thing we can see --- ” Ira sung, too softly for other passersby to hear over the rumble and whoosh of traffic, not that he minded if people did notice. “ …‘Love to be--- in the arms of all I’m keeping here with me---’ ”
The quiet singing cut off abruptly as Ira spotted a handful of familiar figures ambling down the opposite sidewalk – a short figure accompanied by two even shorter, excitedly bobbing figures. “Hi!” he called out with a broad smile (broad for him, anyhow), lifting a gloved hand in a quick wave.
* “In the Aeroplane Over the Sea” by Neutral Milk Hotel