Evening Jet to Lisbon

He held her close, as close as he dared. Her smooth cheek was so close, and her sleek neck put but inches away from a hug. He drew right back for a time, as social process demands. But a stronger force told him forward.'I love you'! H-e whispered, o-r desired to whisper. H-e couldn't remember anymore. His words and thoughts were lost in the patter of rain and the knowing of the electricity in the atmosphere that she had mentioned earlier. For just one lovely moment their individual electrons seem to be knotted and then there is synthesis. They had bonded.'Lightning on the airport plays tricks with the electric systems', she had said. 'They delay routes because of it. It may knock-out everything!Well, she is right about this'! he thought.Love comes in many shapes and forms, and it is probable that the moment meant some thing quite different to all of them sbo666. Regardless of! He was flying high at that time and that's all that mattered. He had get his feet right back on the floor later. As always, she'd her legs planted firmly and sensibly on a lawn. She had be soaring high all too soon.He fussed with the handles of her case, and she smiled at his clumsiness. He handed it over and, with all the acceptance of an individual who had done it a thousand times in the past, she attached the bag to her travelling clothing. His and her current distance now replaced from the close proximity of-the two suitcases. All was back position because it must be.But the beauty of this physical and spiritual closeness would not be neglected. He thought he noticed a tear, as she walked down to take the night airplane to Lisbon, or simply still another of the unique places that has filled her existence of travel. More likely it was just the humidity of the evening o-r raindrops experimenting her eyes. Her beauty was famous, of course, yet he had been lucky to see a level further beauty within.Gerry Wood, Sep, 2008 Copyright 2008