Around my hometown, cornfields seem to roll on forever once you get outside of the city limits. Naturally, one of the local parks has taken advantage of a local cornfield and turned it into a money making opportunity. For five dollars, anyone can wonder around the maze with friends or family for hours of fun on those chilly fall nights.
This is the place where one of my happiest memories took place. My high school crush, a group of ten of my friends, and me decided to go to the cornfield one fall night. I was still too young to drive so my mom had to drop me off at the park. Knots filled my stomach. The anticipation was killing me. I knew she would be there and I wanted to desperately impress her.
I hopped out of my mom’s car, and was hit by a blast of cold fall air. The scent of freshly harvested corn filled the air. It was musky, deep, nauseating, yet at the same time, it was fresh and beautiful. A slight fog also hung in the air, making the air heavy, adding to my intense feeling that I couldn’t breathe. Finally, after waiting for what seemed like an eternity, my crush arrived.
We silently made eye contact. Together we held our eyes on each other for a half second longer than we normally would. We made small talk, awkwardly trying to seem like there was nothing there. We tried to make it seem like we didn’t have the feelings for each other. We waited, waiting for the other to make the first move. I motioned towards the corn maze and we walked together. Slowly, I lowered my hand, and our fingers brushed together. Gently, our hands clasped together, fitting together like pieces in a puzzle, like our hands were meant to be joined together.
at our joined hands
my hand warmer