We had barely sat down to have dinner at Etouffe, when our eyes met from across the room.  For a very brief second it appeared as if we had exchanged a life's worth of experiences in one glance. 

 

Slowly she made her way across to my table. For the sake of Superficial conversation, she had made the excuse that she liked my hat.  But then again the eyes don't lie when sincerety is on the line, and I would bet my career her eyes where not in a lying state of mind tonight.  We exchanged a few small words before she turned around and went back to what she was doing.

 

My freind arrived shortly and we proceeded to catch up on eachother's lives and career.  While I enjoyed my seeing my freind, the back of my mind was like a nation in war preparations, everybody was busy and rushing to do their part.  Yes, my mind was working overtime.  I was simply trying to comprehend what makes a beautiful woman like her lie to a whole nation, yet she would dare let me see a vulnerable and sincere side of her, all in one glance.

 

The rest of the evening was a game of cat and mouse glances while the rivers flooded their banks with wild emotions of what could be.  Would I break the trance, and start something ?  Or would I finish my dinner and leave her as a guest of my memories.  That must have been the awakening for me, when I realized the moment of truth for me was if I wanted to explore the depth and truths of my perceptions.

 

Maybe it would be a beautiful relationship, I could tender as I care for my Gardenia plant.  Or maybe she was the Rose I smelt at the market, but would not take home with me.

 

For me, my answer was neither. You see a women like her makes  you feel alive, that you can hear sub-conscious communications and that your basic instinct is alive and roaring when called upon.

 

After dinner, I walked my freind to her car and promised her, we'd meet up and catch up on our lives after the holidays.  As I walked back home, I lit a cigarette in the cold night air, took a deep drag and wondered what to make of the evenings' events.  By the time I was finished with my cigarette, I laughed and smiled up at the moon.  The Heat of Winter is a beautiful thing if you know what I mean...