Mindscraps: Rooftop Serenade

In an attempt to catch up on some highlights of my two weeks in the Riveria Maya, I begin with my personal, rooftop serenade from two beautiful young souls…

The plan was to finally have a night out with my host, Stud Photographer. We started the pre-festivities at his house – on the rooftop with a slight, refreshing breeze – while we waited for a few more of Stud Photog’s friends to join those of us who were already there. By the time the friends arrived, our pre-festivities were well underway so we opted for card games and salsa dancing instead of going out. Eventually, some of us did end up migrating to a local bar for a change of scenery. It was good to see Stud Photog finally start to relax a bit. Impressively accomplished for his age, Stud Photog usually has at least ten things to do at once – rushing around here and there – to get it all done. Finally, he was starting to chill out. As the night wound down, Stud Photog, two of his friends and I returned to the relaxing ambiance of the rooftop by night.

Stud photog grabbed his guitar and momentarily fiddled with the tuning heads. Then, in the the brief flutter of an instant, clear notes began to tumble from the strings, rising into the warm and balmy tropical night air and lightly playing upon our ears before fading into the outer depths with the stars.

Then, my ears caught something else. A sweet sound… an absolutely angelic voice. Stud Photog’s friend had begun to sing… a voice so rich with male youth it compelled me to hold my breath. I did not want even my own breathing to muddle the sudden and delightful musical union.

The strong, pure friendship between these two young men, as they made music together, vibrated with an energy so potent, yet so suave. For a moment, I believed that if I would only reach out and extend my hand between them I would feel the connection, a soft silky sensation. I relaxed back into my chair drinking in the serenade with all my senses. A light smile danced upon my lips and then the tears began lightly trickle down my cheek.

Again, I was moved to tears. This time I felt more foolish than the my other recent, tearful experiences. I was as 24-year-old woman crying in front of a 19-year-old boy and his 18-year-old friend. But my tears only fueled their passion. The notes from the Stud Photographer rang with yet more confidence and heart. The Angelic Voice opened yet further, conveying a host of emotions all at once.

In turn, they took my hand, a grateful gesture to show they understood.

“You two are so captivating and beautiful,” I whispered to them. “Your souls are so beautiful. And they shine yet more brilliantly because of your deep friendship. I can feel the strength of your friendship truly uniting when you play together. Thank you… for sharing this with me.”

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