By Alfredo A. Hernandez, a.k.a. “Raven”
It was going to
be another brutally hot day, but that didn’t matter. It could have been
120 degrees and that still wouldn’t matter to Lauren and her Cowboy, or
to Cowboy and his Lauren. The two complemented each other like no
other. Nothing could tear them apart, nothing could come between them.
Just the two of them and the open trails of Griffith Park.
They had been
on many adventures together in recent times, but none gave them more
pleasure than going up to Amir’s Garden. They had seen many spectacular
sunrises behind the city skyscrapers and many colorful sunsets behind
the mountains there. Always there were new faces, new friends, and old
friends to exchange warm, pleasant hellos. And everywhere they went,
there was no man, woman or child that could deny them the “ooohs” and
“ahhhs” that the pair deserved.
What was it
that people found so attractive, so enticing about them? Was it her
radiant smile that glowed every time she walked through a shadow in the
wilderness? Was it her chin-length wavy hair that shone in the hot
afternoon sun? Or maybe it was her big brown eyes that could pierce
through titanium yet still be warm and affectionate? Was it his
powerful body, his elegance? How perfectly groomed he always was,
perhaps? Most people cannot tell you why they felt the way they did,
they just did. Lauren would simply smile, and continue with her day.
Her Cowboy would just enjoy his pleasant surroundings and bask in all
the attention he received, never showing much emotion, always modest.
felt happier than the times she spent with him. All the outside,
worldly distractions seemed to disappear, and when life just got too
tough and troubled her, nobody listened better than he did. Never
trying to solve her problems or dilemmas, he simply provided an ear and
great company. When she couldn’t voice her feelings, she would sing a
song and he would listen. Always attentive, never saying anything to
They had a
wonderful relationship. She always made sure he looked his absolute
best. Always made sure he ate well and was warm when it got cold, and
stayed cool and hydrated in the grueling hot summer months. He would
never mistreat her or yell at her, and would gladly and proudly take her
anywhere she wanted to go.
happened to work together, which was quite often, that was the most
joyous time of the day. They could be in each other’s wonderful company
and get paid for it. What better? They worked together quite often
because everybody at work knew how well they complemented each other,
and Lauren wouldn’t have it any other way.
wasn’t her lover or mate. He wasn’t simply a friend or co-worker. He
wasn’t a shoulder to cry on. He was so much more, more than most people
could ever understand. Their love was a flower, and their friendship
was a sheltering tree.
together became shorter as that summer came to an end. Lauren would
soon go off to college and her Cowboy would have to stay behind. They
would have to live out their days without each other. Later she would
remember all the great times they spent together, and tears of joy would
trickle down her cheeks. During the few weeks before her scheduled
departure, she would say to him every day, “Distance has no meaning. The
heart always finds its way home,” and would leave, only to come back the
next day. But one day she would not return.
resting and drinking water following the hour and a half trip up to
Amir’s Garden, it was time to go home. Lauren walked over to her
Cowboy, who was forever smiling, and said, “Who’s my precious pony?”
Cowboy nudged her with his nose as if he knew what she was saying, “Yes
you are, you’re my precious pony.” She saddled up and they rode off
into the orange sunset, leaving nothing but a silhouette to the admirers
they left behind in the Garden.