A Forest Walk
In the distance on the side of the trail was a bench, more of a 2x10 board across two tree stumps, but we were in no hurry. You grabbed my hand, pulled me to it. I sat down. You sat on my lap, leaning in to kiss me. It was a slow, deep kiss. Your fingers in my hair and my arms around you. The rain was picking up. As the warm drops came harder, you looked both left and right. Seeing the empty path for a quarter mile in each direction reaffirmed your decision. You stood up quickly and with...