She drove in from Rochester on a well-timed whim and rang my doorbell. We went out for some coffee and talked. Seven years is a whole lot of imaginary jigsaw pieces to glue together about someone. We were awkward and adjusted our postures while sitting on the couch at the cafe. I caught myself smiling uncontrollably. Later on in the day we began to adjust to each other's presense and the conversation blossomed.
I cooked her dinner, I gave her a primer lesson in photography, we took some pictures of each other, and she departed.
Seven years of fascination turned enchantment over the course of one a single afternoon. Saturday was a good day. Continue Reading…
Posted by Administrator on Mar 22, 2004