Mid-Winter’s Eve

To the Lady on the Train, 

I would trudge miles through waist deep snow to be able to sit by a fire with you. We would let the snow fall and the frost paint the window glass. And the smell of the cold and draft that follows me in will be banished by the kindling flame when coaxed to a roar, matched only by the light of your eyes and the warmth of your hands. 

The silver moon shining on the fresh snow look like the world is blanketed in gossamer and the world is hushed and as soft as your skin and glows the way you do. 

And one mid-winter’s night the outside world disappears. The winter winds blow lonely hearts through city streets, but here we are cocooned in the warm and glow of firelight.  Just to be, no more, no less. Just to be.

The Man in the Station

The 

The Beginning

Angel,

There was a night with food, music, dancing, and polite conversations. There were beautiful people but none could outshine an angel in a red dress, who stood on a stage and showed courage enough to also be vulnerable. She took my breath away.

A few innocent words spoken in another moment of vulnerability and the torch that I had carried since first sight blazed. 

Everything that I thought that I knew suddenly changed. 

No one could ever have imagined or predicted the way that night unfolded. It was in a car of a roller coaster but it was the world that moved around me... us, actually.  All I really remember is you and listening to you and dancing close with you. Nothing else mattered.

And since that one magical night when you changed all the stars I have been the luckiest man alive because I got to know you. 

And still you take my breath away. 

Just me.