In a small restaurant on a cold and windy January, I find myself sitting across from a beautiful woman who does not know all that she holds. There are perhaps 8 small tables that will seat 20 people at most but we are the only people here aside from the chef; the place is all ours and it is perfect.
The sky darkens outside the north facing window and all of the remaining light has settled on her. The outside has disappeared, leaving only this small room. Then shrinking, the rest of the room falls away, leaving only this one small table and all the remaining light shines from her face. There are no other sounds but for her laughing voice.
A universe in the shape of a woman collapses space and with it time. For me a moment passes, yet beyond the gravity of this table hours have flown by. Having already fallen into her eyes I ached to take her hand, but never would I have the strength to ever let go; the pull of her being too great.
When finally we leave to walk back to the car, the universe extends no futher that our imidiate circle along our path. Or perhaps it is the sidewalk that moves beneath my feet for I cannot feel the earth. It is not until she departs that the rest of the world is released for me to sense. Cars, people, streets, and streetcars come back to my awareness, and I am left empty.
She is not aware of all that she holds; she has no idea...
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