March 2011

I found it.  That crappy book, Oliver's Story.....the worst sequel to the corniest novel every written, Love Story......I am in an old, venerated hotel, the Sanderling, in the OuterBanks....it is sunny outside, cool, and the water bounces off the ocean with the promise of Spring....I love March for that light that appears - like the Emily Dickenson poem that describes it so well - that certain light in March...

Anyway, I pull the book off the shelf, listening in amusement to the old folks in this old library of the hotel figure out the tides and talk about cards.....Oliver is through his first relationship post widowerhood...and he remembers a time when Jenny was alive...when he was alive as well......AHA, typical Segal, Oliver is dead inside, he hasn't moved on, hasn't gotten beyond it....ok, as expected, depressing end to his always somewhat depressing books...why I had to know the end escapes me, and isn't it odd I see the dumb book at a historic resort.

"Hey short thing!"" A deep,warm voice interrupts my revery..... I look up to sparkling hazel brown eyes looking down at me with a smile,tenderness and desire that makes my heart jump with ...hope?  "Find anything good to read? "   I put the book back on the shelf, "Naw, just an old,tedious novel I wanted to read the last page of ...done looking through old novels today!"
He reaches out his hand to me, "Shall we move on then my sweetheart? Explore this place, go take in the beach, watch the sunset....."
I smile right back and him and reach up for his hand as he pulls me into a hug and whispers, "You know how glad I am that I found you? "   I hug him tight, "Nice being found, and yes, I"m done here....let's move on and see what we can find!"

Hand in hand , we move on.............