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been worn to the bone, I am sure we would darkness—and so, we shared the tripod. Once
have taken many dozens of photos. Instead, the blue of the sky had faded into black, ex-
JD extended the length of his bare legs down hausted and worn, we rested for a while on the
the lawn, and I used the camera bag for a pil- grass before heading back to the apartment. In
low. I am sure that at one point, he and I were that moment, I knew that Paris would always
both asleep. be home to me.
Nearly three hours later, the sky around the It was almost 11:00 PM when we descend-
tower began to fade into a deep cobalt blue ed back into the Metro. It took only minutes
and the clouds that remained settled into the for JD to fall asleep, his body swaying to the
distance. For the first time all day, I was able to rhythm of the train. I nudged him every now
see color. I sensed in both JD and me an antic- and again—each time holding up fingers to in-
ipation that became a restlessness so profound dicate the number of stops that remained.
and so deep, that he and I felt compelled to The Boulevard de Republique was strange-
continually comment on the coming of nyght. ly still as we walked home from the Metro. It
Every light that appeared became a reason to took us only a few minutes to get back to our
note that the nyght was ever closer at hand. apartment. I drank some fruit juice and began
This restlessness soon gave way to an urgency a discussion with JD about the reasoning be-
that demanded we catch every moment. hind Minute Maid choosing not to import such
We had brought only one tripod and, given a healthy product to the US. It wasn’t long be-
that I was able to hold still much longer than fore JD had taken to the bedroom. I shut the
he could, I gave the tripod to JD. I crouched light off, stretched out on the futon, and was
low to the ground, as though I were a human soon sound asleep. ■
tripod. I can still feel the damp of the wet
grass. Eventually, even I had to yield to the

A car passes by an "American bistro" not far from Falcon and JD's apartment in Paris.

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