A page from your favorite book. Day 9.

norwegian-wood-finalWhere the road sloped upward beyond the trees, I sat and looked toward the building where Naoko lived. It was easy to tell which room was hers. All I had to do was find the one window toward the back where a faint light trembled. I focused on that point of light for a long, long time. It made me think of something like the final throb of a soul’s dying embers. I wanted to cup my hands over what was left and keep it alive. I went on watching the way Jay Gatsby watched that tiny light on the opposite shore night after night.
norwegianwoodI turned the lights down and began, one piece at a  time, with the gentle st touch I could manage, to remove her clothes.  Then I undressed. It was warm enough, that rainy April night, for us to  cling to each others nakedness without a sense of chill. We explored  each others bodies in the darkness without words.

Sadly my favorite book is not in my possession at the moment 😦