Wonderful Day
Today was wonderful. I can't even begin to describe it. I almost forgot the world was going to end! It's incredible what a little fresh air can do to lift your spirits.
The loneliness I felt before is beginning to wane, and I couldn't be happier about it. Part of me wants to credit Dax for that. In the little time we've known each other, we communicate nearly every day. He's the only reason I go to the bar anyways since the drinks aren't very good.
I've been reading these transcripts Dax recommended to me - they're some of the only recorded media left from the so-called "Anthropocene Epoch". I've been enjoying them so far. I've torn through them in a matter of days. I keep going back to him for more and more. It's a whole series, and he has every episode. I am enamoured by the concept of such a medium. It's too bad the visuals to go along with the text are no longer available.
Back to my wonderful day, because that isn't the end of it. I mean, I haven't even begun to recount it, really.
I woke up early to watch the sun rise. I found a particularly nice spot atop a hill that had a nice view of the city below. It was bathed in dawn's rose shadows, simply beautiful.
I took a picture and sent it to Dax. When he found out I watched the sun rise and set, he wanted pictures of each whenever I remembered. He never told me why, but that'll come back later.
He responded almost immediately, asking me to meet him at a park. I was ecstatic. I try not to worry what that could mean.
I went on foot. I didn't even bother putting on my arm, I was in such a rush. I arrived and Dax was there on a bench, he had a large object tucked under his arm and covered in a black sheet. I sat down next to him and he turned to me with the object, pulling off the sheet.
He didn't explain much of why, but it was unmistakably one of the photos of the sunrise I had taken and sent to him. Beautiful. It was beautiful.
I think I may have cried. Dax just smiled a sweet smile and we walked through the park. He pointed out all the different species of flora and fauna on the way, told me all about them. I was surprised how much he knew about the native Earth biology. I've been here far longer than he and I wasn't aware just how many different kinds of birds there were.
After our walk it was noon, we had lunch under the veranda outside a restaurant I'd never seen before. Apparently Dax went there often, the owners knew him personally. They even called him "Dax".
They asked me for my name when they saw me with him. I got a funny look when I answered honestly. Dax just laughed, and told them I was new. I think Dax and all his friends must go by their own chosen names, and would have been shocked when I didn't have one. I forgot to ask if that was the case at the time, and then I forgot the whole interaction happened until just now. I'll ask Dax about that soon.
We parted ways then, promising to see each other again soon. I feel so many things about that promise.
Recording this now I wonder if this is the best idea, getting involved with Dax. Everything is going good now, but my mind is telling me something is wrong. I met him not ten days ago and it feels like a lifetime. Can't be healthy, surely.
And I worry about the pressure I'm putting on Dax, he must feel my attachment.
I just have to remind myself it was a wonderful day.