The hanging lights shone off of her copper hair as she walked towards him. They appeared to flash as she strode between each sets of lamps, making an effect like a very slow strobe light.
As he saw her for the first time in many years she was exactly what he expected and yet more. He was momentarily dazzled and didn’t go toward her. Others were gathering around the exit point of the ferry as people disembarked and joined loved ones. Smiling and shaking his head he started to walk to her. How could he NOT go to her?
So he did. Not running, exactly. He didn’t trust his feet to carry him too quickly.
He gathered her in his arms. How could something so small feel so big? He let out a sigh of well-aged contentment. Then he kissed her…just a brief peck to let her know how he felt.
She kissed him back. He grabbed her bag, put his arm around her and held her closely as they walked from the pier to the parking up on shore.
There were others around, but they went unnoticed. When the couple got to his car he kissed her again. And again. Breathless, they leaned against the car as he pushed against her. He barely managed to break off the spell and get her into the vehicle, hardly noticing the 4 girls riding past on bikes and giggling furiously at the “old” couple making out.
The night was ending and yet just beginning. He couldn’t help but think that there was another beginning occurring too. And maybe just a bit more hope.
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