The Accidental Stalker

Does it matter that the night air is stiflingly balmy and there isn’t even a sliver of wind to rustle the leaves? No, they are oblivious to trivialities like weather. They smile broad absent-minded, slightly nervous smiles at their general surroundings. As they languidly stroll, she looks shyly down at the pavement and he gently shifts her hand in his searching for the right grip and pressure to apply to convey his care and tenderness. They have yet to reach the stage where smiles are knowing and directed at each other, fingers interlock surely, firmly, and silences are not filled with the anxiety of what to say next but are pleasantly empty. So then they are new lovers, it is plain to see.

And surprise, surprise, he’s someone I keep bumping into. I came across this stranger’s blog not long ago, visit there occasionally then recently ran into him in my (our) office building. Now it seems the coy young lady he courts may live in the same condominium as I do. This does not make me a stalker, really!

***
It’s late Sunday night with a full week and weekend ahead. I am happy that the blues are kept easily at bay these days courtesy of loving arms to come home to at the end of each day.