“Well finally!” she said, reaching up and giving him a desultory peck on the cheek. “What happened to ‘I’ll be down for sure by 8:30’, huh?”
“Sweetie, I’m sorry you know how it goes always one more thing other things just seem to creep up at the last minute.”he said.
“That’s fine. Yep, just fine to leave me standing out here in the cold while you finish up whatever you need to do. I’m content! I’m happy! Just standing out here frost biting my nose for fun that’s all!” she stalked off and he stalked after.
“Well look I didn’t ask you come out here and wait for me. I tried to tell you that I’d be a little while. If you remember right I said probably not any earlier than 8:45 last message I sent you.”
She leveled cold eyes at him down the wind swept pavement. “I wanted to see you. I just wish you could be happy to see me too.”
He groaned and buried his head further into his scarf. Then giving up on words for the moment he walked forward and grabbed for her hand. She seized it and giving it a ferocious squeeze began dragging him forward.
They rounded the corner of the building and were met with a blast of icy wind. They both opened their mouths to begin again and then they noticed it.
On the path before them stood neat little rows of trees adorned with little lights. Christmas lights, hanging like stars and stretching off into the distance.
Standing there they were suddenly once again very small.
Images filled their minds.
Walking along at Christmas time holding onto their father’s hand. Their little mittened hand held tight in his big hand. The feeling of that safe tightness, the trust in knowing that Dad was right there and that if anything happened he would sweep you up into his arms where you would be warm and safe.
The two lovers looked at each other and then, without speaking, walked slowly down the path between those twinkling lights.
It is a beautiful thing to believe. To know without need of proof.
We were not always cynical. That was born of fear. Each of us was young once and we had a moment like that cold winter’s night.
Their is someone holding our hand and, although it is a cold night, we have nothing to fear.