Friday, September 30, 2005

... a crispy, cool, even chilly and cold autumn evening ... strolling, arms brushing, drifting towards and away and towards and away ... leaning in close to hear a softly-spoken truth ... opening my eyes to see the kindest eyes looking back into mine ... myself reflected in a trusted one ... innocence asleep, without a care and without pretension ... resolution ... a surprise attention to detail: nicer, fancier, tastier, more softly-lit than expected ... being seen and known ...