Small Town Rainy Night

A warm rain pelted shimmering silver drops visible under the streetlights. The grass on the back down to the brook turned into one big speed slide. We weren’t the first or the only ones whoopin’ and hollerin’ as we ran barefoot on the grass, flopped down and slid into the creek.

Being up to mischief is more fun in a group. Nobody had time for the musty stuff. Adrenalin brought out the rush of exhilaration; we were having too much fun for either fight or flight.

When the rain stopped, we headed home. Hair plastered to our heads, shirts and extra skin layer, arms wrapped around each other. Spontaneity just felt good. Next time you have an opportunity, act on a whim. Nothing is more important that living and loving.

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Kissing Bridges

The bridge curved above the rapids of the rafting park. Water gurgled against rocks and over the dam. Rain splattered against my midnight blue umbrella and sparkled in the aura around glowing lamps. Night curtained LoDo with a black velvet backdrop for the frenetic colors and sounds created by the energy from the trendy bars in the art’s district.

Parking fills early and the simplest way to navigate in the area is by public transport or a stroll. We had made our way along the sidewalks and paths to the bridge through the park (before the 11pm curfew) headed home. A group of teens practiced acrobatic jumps and scurrying on the rocks.

I’d only once before felt a similar romantic moment. We stood still. I felt transported to Paris in a warm drizzle and pulled the umbrella a little closer for privacy. Nature beckoned. My honey was with me. I offered an invitation. My honey kissed me long, tender, matched the mood.

Always be ready to take the time when a random moment just becomes a romantic moment.

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