Take my Breath Away

This evening turned out to be absolutely beautiful. Nature is caught somewhere between spring and summer. The leaves have emerged on the trees and blossoms richly perfume the evening air. The city is busy with so many taking advantage of the last few hours of sunlight. I myself found myself drawn to a special corner of the city.

I drove to Freeman Park this evening, walked along the path as the quiet whispers of evening soothed me. The sun began to sink beyond the horizon and the sky was filled with opulent hues of pink and blue and some soft tangerine. I couldn't help but smile, especially as my mind was instantly permeated with pleasant memories of a nearly perfect moment so long ago. . .

It had rained that day and the evening was soaked with the heady scent that follows such a cleansing. The lights were softened by the moisture in the air and the grass glistened. The clouds slowly vanished and revealed the dark canvas of the sky dotted with twinkling lights. Then the moment that stole my heart and took my breath away, he asked me to dance.

It replays in my mind, the edges of the memory softened as though there's a special filter on the lense of my minds eye. The moment was perfect. I don't remember the song, and I don't know how long we danced. But I remember that for a few minutes all was right. I felt so secure in that moment, so cared for and protected. I guess in some ways I have lived part of my fairy tale.