Published and unpublished Shout Outs to The Lady on the Train from The Man in the Station.
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In Toronto, there is a nightly news magazine called T.O. Night aimed at the commuter crowd. One of the
features that it contains is a section called Shout Out where readers can send a short message, rant, note...
to someone, or to anyone...
I started sending Shout Outs to the woman that I am in love with. Not all of them are published in
T.O. Night - and once the magazine is tossed, so too is the shout out...
Here are most of the shout outs that I have submitted - and some of my other writings to
The Lady on the Train...
features that it contains is a section called Shout Out where readers can send a short message, rant, note...
to someone, or to anyone...
I started sending Shout Outs to the woman that I am in love with. Not all of them are published in
T.O. Night - and once the magazine is tossed, so too is the shout out...
Here are most of the shout outs that I have submitted - and some of my other writings to
The Lady on the Train...
Saturday, 7 April 2012
just the drive...
Driving with you beside me in the late afternoon - toward the westering sun. The day is warm for this time of year and the sun is shining brilliant. You look to the eastern sky and comment that the moon is also up and visible. The moon sits in the blue eastern sky, above the city and looks like a white pearl floating on water...
As the sun sinks lower and weakens, the western sky changes colour - taking on tones of red and orange. The colour on your face, tone in your skin, highlights in your hair, and sparkle in your eyes - all shining with a new radiance.. I can hardly look at you because your beauty could break my heart - and I can hardly keep from staring at you because your beauty has a gravity that I cannot pull away from...
We drive, your hand in mine - talking and laughing - and feeling a closeness that has shrunk the physical space between us. There is magic in the air, the twilight changing the colours around us as we move along the highway. We have our destination to the north of us and a few hours away... as we follow the curve of the highway to the north, the angle of the light from the sinking sun changes, coming now from our left. From my place on your left, I can see your face in profile - the angle of your jaw, the tumble of your curls, and the texture of the skin on cheek - so impossibly soft.
Our music plays as we talk and we have left no subject taboo or untouched... As we push our way north past the cities and wide highways, as we leave the loud sounds and hustling and bustling behind us, falling behind and getting smaller like a memory. The sky turns from reds to purples - and soon will slide to black... But the full moon rising shines silver and our light turns to a mystical shimmer.. I cannot see your features clearly now, but I know your warmth and shape by heart... your voice quiets and softens into the night. There is no longer any traffic, the road is down to two lanes and we are alone on this stretch of highway. It feels as though we are still and it is the world turning underneath of us - we are the center of the universe in this car, the moonlight lining you in silver, and the world moves our destination closer to us...
When we turn from the asphalt on to the narrow gravel road, we know that we are very close... The night is still warm, the moon is a high and brilliant orb, the stars now coming out by the millions, though not visible through the thick pines lining the road... It isn't until the car stops, we get out, and walk down hand in hand past the cabin to the water do we get a chance to see the full miracle of the night sky reflected in glass top of the lake.
I can see the full of you once again - bathed in the silver magic of the moonlight... It is not the warm glow of the dying sun - but it is just as beautiful - perhaps more. I move to stand close to you, face to face... my arm around you, my palm pressed to the small of your back, your breath close to my ear, your hair on my cheek, and the scent of you completely filling my up... I have longed to kiss you under the stars and moon... Here there is no sound but the rustle of you as your tilt your lips toward mine....
We share a kiss so unhurried, tender, and sweet... with a softness that belies the passion that we both know is laying dormant for now... we know that we will share many kisses this weekend - and each one will be different - each one will communicate something new... We finish this kiss, my lips brushing yours so slowly... "If you start dinner, I will bring everything in from the car" I say.
Your smile and turning toward the cabin is the only reply I need.
As I head to the car, and see you through the cabin windows, lights brilliant and spilling light out onto the grass and trees, I wonder at us already.... So many moods, feelings, topics, songs, and looks have passed between us in the span of one drive... Ocean currents and tides have passed through us while in our small car.... I can feel it like a pressing on my skin... this was just the drive and I know - we both know - that this weekend will be something very special for us...
It has just begun...
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