Remembering yesterday’s
robust snow flurries, offered is a personal and nostalgic post from
the past.
Saturday, December 29, 2012
Snow fell. Doorman
elegant in long coat, warm gold with red braid trim, opened the brass-framed
door for the smiling pair and they exited the hotel.
He was strong yet caring as he took
her arm coupling them against the weather. “Do we want a cab?” His tone
drew her eyes up to his.
No, she didn’t want a cab invading
their privacy. Nothing should keep them from being alone together.
Not yet. All she said was, “No, let’s walk.”
Snowflakes flurried from the night
sky, a beautiful sight in the headlights of traffic trying to rush along Park
Avenue. The flakes, cold on her face and lingering on her hair and coat, melted
as soon as they hit the warm New York City pavement. She was quite comfortable.
Too soon they were in the garage
claiming their cars.
“Good night”, he said. “I
always hate these dinner business meetings. Glad you were at my
table. It was nice meeting you. You be careful driving home.”
“Good night”, she said. “Good
meeting you also. What luck it’s not a genuine snow storm, just
flurries. You be careful too.”
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In recognition of this “Season of
Love”, I’ve enjoyed sharing the above, a love story that never was.
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