Part II from Paris:
Cafe Society ©Mark H. Pillsbury (2015)
I’ve often remembered how complicated this relationship appeared on its
face; but at that age, at that time, it fit like a glove. Without similar
backgrounds or cultures, common-ground came from far more intrinsic personality
patterns, where they fell on the arc of our lives.
His English proficiency allowed us to
communicate, but our rapport grew slowly, partly because of our separate
styles. Gabriel leaned shyly toward introversion, but his eyes sparkled, connecting
with mine when we met.
My strong, gregarious “American” persona, smooth as my tanned legs, pressured
his French manhood, yet as artists we were noncompetitive; drawn together by his
earnest skillfulness, far more interesting than mine.
He loved to
debate politics, or the legal system. I assumed my sophisticated, cerebral
“aura” caught his fancy, but he told me later that he first noticed me wearing
a simple red Hermes scarf tying up my long, wavy brown hair.
Even though both of us were “breaking-out” of entrenched patterns; we went about it differently. Trading my logical
conformity and linear thinking with sublimity, artistry, and creativity, became
more art than science. On the other hand, Gabriel escaped deep-rooted archetypes
of chaos and disorder through focus and concentration on life’s blueprint, which
he found in nature’s precise mathematical models. As representatives of yin and
yang, I believe we came together at the starting point of these changes; like two
halves chasing each other, seeking balance. ##
[*This is a work of fiction, all references are coincidental and photographs are used under the "Fair Use" doctrine]
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