It was her eyes, those smiling eyes. The most beautiful I had ever seen. I couldn’t stop staring. I could write a book of poetry about her eyes.
Why romance? It comes in many forms, from the most thoughtful and thought-out of acts among nascent friends, to the simplest glance among aged lovers. What matters au fond, I suppose, is how heart-felt is the giver. And, it certainly helps to be matched with someone who holds the same ideas of it. Surely, romance would achieve it’s zenith if the receiver accepted, fully understood, felt and, reciprocated in kind. But, as with all gifts, it is firstly self-serving. And, therefore, should be considered a success, however small, if it is given at all in any form.
That, and I can’t help but give in to romance. For romance is just another word for love. The point is this: love fully and you always win.
I circumnavigated the Spring Valley Wildlife Area marsh. I had never done that before, though I had been going there for years, the first trip of which was as a kid to collect acorns in the autumn. I also remember going on my twentieth birthday exactly a decade ago.
I don’t know what it is that calls me back each time. Perhaps just the sense of peace that is foisted upon me. It is fitting that, over the years, I’ve been going there with some of the most important people in my life, those who grew me. Today, I trekked alone in a crashing thunderstorm, a torrential downpour, and my footfalls were soaked. And, it was yet tranquil. I should probably stop writing since I’m obviously at risk of waxing poetic.
Suffice it to say that it is out among the natural world that I seem to be most centered; where, whether I understand it or not, whether I understand the greater scheme or not, a peace about all of it descends and permeates. It is clarity. It is companionship. It is home.
On the ascent out of Philadelphia last night we flew into an area of rain showers, and the sound of a thousand *thwacks*-a-second commenced as each drop hit the nose at over 250 miles per hour. Almost as quickly, the pounding silenced and I looked up to see all the rain had turned to snow as we climbed through the freezing level where all moisture is solid. Weather is awesome.
