Once there was a path
And a girl with chestnut hair,
And you passed the summers
Picking all of the berries that grew there…L. Cohen. Dress rehearsal Rag. 1971.
In the summer of 62 I was in love with a young girl, and in a beautiful summers night we decided to walk together to my mothers summerhouse several miles away. Of course we did not want to follow the easiest path, so we went across the lowlands through the fields at last following a very tiny and overgrown path through the fields with the axis from the long and almost ripe wheat or barlow hindering our steps.
The girl had her hair in two braids.
Did I tell you, that she was wearing a light dress with some sort of small crinoline, so very modern in those days ?
It was the most typical Danish summers night and the dew had fallen rather heavily. The light was almost transparant, but the wet axis were bad for her legs below the dress, so I rode her on my back along the trail. I still remember the feeling of one of her braids on my neck, her breathing on my back and her wonderful smell.