Love Comes Around : Feb 29


Refreshing Pines


I fiddled with the oars after the tip of the kayak sent them cascading like dominoes onto the concrete floor. Without my knowing, you had noticed as I pulled out of the pebbled beach. This, I had achieved with agility and ease. Even hiking up the hill with kayak and oar was easily managed, until a breeze or swirling buzz distracted me as though a bumble bee had whizzed by. Albeit not jumpy, I was momentarily distracted because there was no bee and I felt no breeze. But when I turned, what I did see, was your stoic presence.

Luxuriant and verdant
Not evil or envious
The warmest kindest greenest eyes
To ever fall on me

The sight of you sent a familiar and pleasant jolt through my core which led my upper body to rise and tilt back slightly. That’s when the clickity sound of oars, like fingertips on piano keys, cascaded onto the concrete floor. I instantly placed my gear aside to gather the raffle, and although it felt like an eternity of embarrassment, only a few seconds passed before you were by my side.

Although this was not a dream
It felt surreal
To hear and feel and see you
Once again so close to me

I reached for one of the several tangled oars only to feel it slide away from me. That’s when I looked up to see you standing at such close proximity, holding the opposite end of the same oar I had in hand. I paused for a millisecond while a million memories rushed through. I knew it was you, but I couldn’t quite comprehend how it could possibly be, so I assumed it wasn’t. But then you smiled so kindly and asked, “Candice? Is it really you?”

The stare of awe and surprise was barely noticeable as it was mixed-in with slight disbelief and confusion. My facial expression did not flinch as I stood up and realized I’d stopped breathing. A quick intake of air released a slight curl from my lips, “Charlie?” I asked inquisitively while trying to contain the surge of excitement stirring inside.

I couldn’t believe how your green eyes
Could again so easily
Shine through me
To so pleasantly ignite

A swirling whiz of ecstasy

Peeling off the sea-dampened weather gear, the chilled air seeped into the woven under-layers keeping me warm. You handed me the jacket I had pulled out of my backpack, and that’s when every cold shiver instantly ceased. Like the very first time you had touched me, the sensation of your fingertip barely brushing against my skin sent a delicate tingling sensation to apricity my entire being.

The conversation flowed as naturally
As dew rolling off leaves
As though all time passed in between
Ceased to be

Impossible for us to not recall the last time we had been together, coincidentally both out on a weekend kayak trip, we reminisced briefly. Unlike this late winter day, it was late summer when we had kayaked to the secluded island less than an hour out of the cove. As warming as those memories were, the early evening chill brushed through the air and brought with it what would be this winter’s last snowfall.

We agreed to get together
Wednesday for coffee
We parted with a warm goodbye
Wishing time would freeze

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Love Comes Around : Feb 22


Winter Worries


Cailyn’s father and Jake took to the slopes for a day of downhill skiing. A much deserved reprieve from the intensity and stress Jake had recently mustered through, it was also a good time for both to catch up on upcoming changes.

Meanwhile, Christa’s brother and Jonathan were back at the lodge going over the next travel arrangements, leaving mother and daughter to spend some time together as they rehearsed though the next few days with their new identities.

“So much for a hot tropical beach getaway.” Cailyn gibed as she pulled a chair next to Christa.

“Yes, I agree. But at least we’re all here together.”

Jonathan, to Cailyn’s relief, had arrived only a few days after Jake. With the core group together again, they prepared themselves for the next relocation.

“I can’t keep up with this name-changing thing anymore.” Cailyn chuckled before taking a sip of hot coffee.

“I know – but it’s kinda fun though.” Christa’s light-hearted demeanor reassured Cailyn as she and Jonathan were adjusting to this new change, then both were brought to laughter as Christa went on, “I mean, I spent the summer with Tom, Thanksgiving with Mark and now I’m with Jake!” Shaking their heads, laughter subsided until Christa added, “I can’t remember being with this many men in a single year!”

As funny as it all sounded, Cailyn understood how thankful her mother was to finally be reunited with those she loved. Nevertheless, while keeping the mood pleasant, she couldn’t help but wonder what was ahead of them.

“I’m not sure that I even like Jonathan’s new name. I mean, Frank? As in Frankie? Sounds like Fynn’s brother if you ask me.” Cailyn tried to make light of the situation while Christa laughed at the thought of Jonathan cavorting around with their furry pal Fynn.

“Frank and Chloe. Well, I think that sounds like a perfect match.” Christa remarked as she habituated herself with Cailyn’s new name.

They both enjoyed their time together, but the circumstances looming and surrounding them made for challenging days ahead.

“Do you have any idea where we go from here?” Chloe’s slightly heightened intonation cued Christa to her rising tension. “I mean, what about Fynn and Dexter? Will we ever see them again?”

The cinnamon-flavoured gulp of coffee slid down Christa’s throat as she considered the seriousness of Chloe’s concerns.

“I don’t know any of the details other than our new names for now.” She reached for her daughter’s hand, “But as impossible and complicated as this is, I’m just really glad you and Jonathan are here with us.”

Having grown attached to their pup, Christa understood how Dexter had become important to both Frank and Chloe. She went on to reassure Chloe that the dogs were in good hands by reminding her that her mother and sister were back at the home they had left behind after Thanksgiving dinner.

“I’m sure Fynn’s keeping a close watch on him too.” Christa and Jake’s five-year-old Lab was a well-trained companion she hoped they would also soon be reunited with.

Where will this group be sent off next?


Love Comes Around, the tale of a family who reunites after years of tumultuous throws, they surmount the unusual circumstances they face with patience and understanding while the ordeal of the highly classified legal trial they were inadvertently linked to comes to an end.

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Love Comes Around : Feb 15


Evanescent Icicles


Unlike the golden pocket watch that went missing decades ago, the heart locket you gave me, I still have. Safe in my dresser drawer, it’s best kept there rather than shown dangling close to my heart.

“I know it’s too soon, but I want you to have this.” You said as you reached into your coat pocket and pulled out a small envelope.

“I thought we agreed not to do this. This gift exchanging thing.” Surprised and slightly taken aback, with Valentine’s just a couple of days away, you clearly reneged on the conversation we had had when we first met.

“It’s not like that.” You said lightly as you moved towards me and extended the envelope my way. “It’s important though, and I’d like you to have this.”

I remained guarded and unflinching. Had you not been so confident, other than crossing my arms or turning away, anyone certainly would have been disheartened and discouraged. But you were neither. Like I, there seemed to be so much more stirring within you.

You opened the envelope and pulled out a small note. Instantly taken back to the day when we first walked together through town, when I curled my fingers inside your palm for warmth, you gently and warmly unraveled them now.

“You can read it later.” You said while gently slipping the note into my palm. I watched intently as you reached into the envelope again.

Why I felt so hesitant somewhat disconcerted me, but I remained unaffected and detached. The tyranny of thoughts and emotions that cycloned through me, varying from ecstatic joy to trepidation and fear, I kept at bay as you placed the envelope on the sofa table.

I must have felt like an ice block when you brushed past me and stood close behind. But all soon melted when your lips kissed my shoulder tip.

“I just didn’t know how else to express this.” You kindly whispered and went on to say, “This holds the two most important and meaningful people to me.” You opened the heart locket to show me a tiny photo of Cailyn and I. That’s when the guarded ice block surrounding every part of me dissolved into vapour and disappeared.

A single teardrop escaped and landed in your hand. The same hand that held the locket, mine slowly moved up to wipe it clear. My head tilted back slightly to rest comfortably into the alcove between your chest and shoulder. How perfectly and comfortably your body met mine, surpassed any other I had ever been this close to.

Before you could place the locket around my neck, I turned into you to hold you close. Countered with the feather-like weight of your strong arms, I don’t know that I’d ever held anyone so tightly before.

“Thank you. This means more to me than anything ever before.” I muffled into your chest and then looked into your kind pale blue eyes. Eyes so sincere yet so obscure, as much as I wanted to let you in, there always seemed to be something holding me back.

Then like a gentle tide rolling in, your eyes filled, so I lifted myself up to place my lips where a tear so sweet I kissed.


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Love Comes Around : Feb 8


Winter Whispers


“I’m collecting hearts.” He said as they walked along the salt-covered sidewalk.

The paper bag crumpled into her gloved hands as he asked her to hold the bottle of wine they had just purchased. After a couple of quick shots, they looked at the pictures. What a great eye he had. With only streetlights reflecting on what was left of winter’s snow, the outline of a heart melting into the sidewalk was so clearly seen in the photo.

They returned to her apartment for a quiet evening dinner. As much as they loved to dine out, both of them also enjoyed preparing meals together. Only six months since they had met, everything flowed so easily and naturally between the two. But there was something peculiar about this evening. Although both quite comfortable with silence between them, there was a weight of concern looming with his every gaze.

“Do we have all the ingredients for this?” She asked casually while adding oregano to the sauce, “Cuz you seem to be in rather deep thought.”

A few stirs without a response, she lifted the spoon and blew on it gently. Her palm below to avoid any drips, she led it towards him for his lips to taste.

“Delicious.” Eyes locked, they both smiled as he gently took the spoon from her and placed it in the sink, “There’s nothing missing here other than to let it simmer.”

Closer
Closer
Closer like this
I like it when move like this
So close to this

The change in rhythm they both slid into was always effortless. He lowered the stove-top settings to ensure nothing would overcook or burn, but as he turned and moved closer to her, every particle of air between them intensified with heat. Then all dissipated with the touch of his hands as he drew her in and lifted her into his arms. Thighs wrapped firmly around his waistline, dinner’s aromas wafted into the living room where the mellow cadence of music met his steps as he led her into the bedroom.

Whispering snow drifts
Whisk through air
Whenever we’re near
What becomes so clear
Whilst in whimsical
White noise silence
Wishing forever
With you like this


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Love Comes Around : Feb 1


Winter’s Wonders


“I told you I’d be right back.”

Still in somewhat of a stupor, the cadent and elegant manner in which he wafted through snow had caught her attention. It wasn’t a swagger or strut, but there was an attractive confidence in the way he carried himself.

He moved like him, but looked nothing like him. Had he not touched her as their paths crossed, she very well might have walked past him. It wasn’t even a touch, but more of a tingling whisper. It was that undeniable sensation that whisked through her whenever he was near.

Whispering snow drifts
Whisk through air
Whenever you’re near
What becomes so clear
Wherever we’ve been
Whatever we’ve seen
What-ifs don’t exist
When we’re both here

Unrecognizable with darker hair, the change in the colour of his eyes was what perplexed her most. But the sound of his voice and his touch was like no other. She’d never known anyone to ever feel like that before. It was as though they had been together lifetimes ago and longer.

“Mmm …” His index gently pressed on her lips before she could even pronounce his name.

“Shh.” He hushed her gently as he drew nearer, “It’s Jake.”

So close she could feel the warmth of his breath, he whispered in her ear, “I really didn’t mean to keep you waiting this long.”

Closer
Closer
Again we are
No matter how long or far
We’ve been apart
Closer
Closer
Again we are

All sounds disappeared and everything around them dissipated as he looked straight into her eyes and said, “It’s over.”

Like a night sky filled with stars, her glittering eyes welled into tears of joy. For so many years, their lives had been scattered, strewn and stunted. So many years apart when they should have been together. Finally, the legal trial was over and they could get on with their lives.

Her thoughts still somewhat scattered, she shook off the tears and escaped from past memories. With a coquettish grin, one she kept just for him, relief and joy washed over him as she playfully asked, “Well Jake, what are we going to do with ourselves now?”


After years of struggling through the highly classified legal trial they were both involved in, the couple at the center of Love Comes Around can finally enjoy their time together.

But how they’ll do this is still up in the air.

Forced to relocate again due to dangers surrounding the case, where they’ll be sent off to this time and what form of new identification they’ll once again take-on has yet to come.

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Love Comes Around : Jan 24


Wintering In


It wasn’t my intention to become overly involved in a relationship or emotionally attached to anyone just yet. As I had mentioned over dinner, I wasn’t in a position to offer anything more than companionship. But I found myself enjoying your company more than I had expected, and when we reminisced about our brief and delightful past, it became increasingly difficult to resist the temptation of diving into intimate moments with you.

Just as easily as our conversation flowed, I vacillated between the pull of attraction I felt for you and the reasoning of the circumstances I faced.

A perceptive impression
A physical connection
An innate attraction
Remained with me
After all these years
And now once again
As we both are here

After months of working on a complicated assignment that had tossed, turned, and thrown me in all sorts of misleading directions, I was frustrated, exhausted, and confused by the series of events that had occurred and the information I had gathered. The final blow was when I was suddenly fired without any prior indication or notice whatsoever. Adding to the indignation, after expressing my disbelief and disputing the invalid reasons for the firing, I was escorted out of the building by security without being permitted to gather my personal belongings.

Assailed through winter winds
I keep trying to stand still
Blown and tossed around
In every possible direction

Although several months had passed when I saw you along that glass facade, the aftershocks often resonated clearly. I had considered taking legal action against the company, but without the financial resources available to take on such a juggernaut of a corporation, I was left to move on. Soon after hired on a contract basis by a similar company, I cloaked myself in pleasant and professional airs every day I walked into the office.

But when with you, I never felt the need to cover myself up with anything other than myself. Just as when we had first met almost a decade ago, it always felt natural, comfortable, and invigorating to be with you.

Your touch was real
The way you made me feel
Now and then and now again
It was and is surreal

The intimate pleasures we had once shared brought our dinner conversation to a close. But being the two level-headed and cautious individuals we had become, we refrained from the intense temptations we both felt and agreed to meet again for what you had initially suggested – a snowshoe hike through the winter trails.

Exiting the restaurant with the towering glass facade behind us, you reached for me before I could walk away and kindly said, “We’re not really leaving it like this are we?”

Your light but assertive touch on the underside of my wool-coat covered arm didn’t feel as though you were holding on but merely there, patiently waiting, which I always thought to be so polite, endearing, and exciting. Then the warmth of your palm brushed passed my arm and along my lower back and I couldn’t help but move closer to you.

Closer
Closer
Closer again we were
I’ve wanted you this close
For far too long
Why must again we part
For one more time

Hesitation set in, but less than momentarily. Uncertainty was a given, but your presence felt like heaven.

So I allowed myself to be wrapped up in the warmth and tenderness of your arms. Yet still, as though guarding and protecting myself from loss again, I kept both of my hands securely close to my heart. But you held on gently and patiently. You stayed unflinching and solid and warm. Soon released from uncertainty and doubt, my left palm opened and rested close to your heart, and my right arm slowly slid down and around your back.

We must have stood like this forever as though in a dream. Then you lifted me slightly up off the ground and the view of our reflection in the glass facade brought me to realize how this was real. Still held close to one another, my shoulders arched back to glimpse into your pale blue eyes. Seconds passed as though frozen in time, and while every particle of air between us warmed to a haze, my lips brushed against yours until we kissed.


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Love Comes Around : Jan 17


Conifer


So many years had passed. So much time. So many ups and downs. Too much time had passed between them for it to ever be the same. Nevertheless, here they were sitting next to each other, once again.

The casual conversation between the two flowed effortlessly between sips of his rye and hers of wine. Her glass still half full, the drunken sensation of thoughts and emotions swirled through her intensely. All the while, easily maintaining her composure, all she could conjure was the memory of his touch.

“So what do you think? Would you be up to that?” The mellifluous sound of his voice, just like her beating heart, came to a sudden stop. All she could hear was the question mark.

“Excuse me?” Her eyebrows raised as she leaned forward slightly, “I’m so sorry, I couldn’t hear what you were saying.”

Quick to get a hold of herself and out of her wandering thoughts, she swiftly added, “It’s surprising how noisy it is all of a sudden!”

Both caught up in momentary laughter, the entire side of her body gently reeled into tingles as he leaned-in closer and placed his hand on hers. The noise she had referred to, she no longer heard. The swirl of thoughts and emotions, she no longer felt. His pale blue eyes was all she could see, and the warmth of his hand – so solid and strong, yet so gently placed upon hers – this she remembered clearly.

He repeated the proposition that had gone unheard. Snowshoes, lodge, trail, the words swished through her head like snow drifts. She found herself suddenly recalling the winters spent without him. Not knowing where he had been or if he would ever return. But he was here now, and somehow, their paths had crossed again.

The momentary pause ended quickly when she responded cautiously, “I really want to do that with you. But I’d like to give it some thought.”

The deep exhale couldn’t be heard and his entire demeanor remained unflinching, but his heart had dropped like an anchor to the ocean floor.

So many winters
Through stormy seas
    like billowing

    pillowing
    drifting snow
When all I could do
Was dream of you

“I just wonder if we should talk about where we go from here.” She placed her hand atop his as she stood from her seat and glanced towards the restrooms, “But you’ll have to excuse me for a moment before we get into that.”

She slid by him like a breath. Her hand now resting on his shoulder and her lips so near, the familiar intimacy they once shared brushed through him like the whisper of a breeze, “I’ll be right back.”

Those were the last words he had said to her, but they wouldn’t be hers.

“Perhaps we could get a table and a bite to eat.” She prompted kindly, hinting at her desire to pursue with their reacquaintance.

His heart lifted as he watched the gliding motion of her familiar being. Then with a quick glance back towards him, the twinkle of her eye reminded him of everything she had endured and how easily and naturally playful she had always been.

If I were a wave
With you by my side
     with you I would ride
     through any season
     winter sleet or rain
Until the sun shone
On us again


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Love Comes Around : Jan 10


Evergreen


Carleen no longer grieved for, but often remembered Charlie. Almost two decades had passed since he was declared missing. Never to be seen again, yet his body never recovered, had instilled a great deal of confusion while she tried to move on with her life.

Walking along the chilled sidewalk, she passes concrete walls, wood and metal doors, clear and tinted windows. Initially caught by her own reflection, she looks through the floor-to-ceiling glass facade and notices a man sitting at a restaurant bar. Not a super-styled metro-handsome kinda-man, but more of a distinguished, confident, with a touch of rugged and real kinda-man. He instantly looks up and gazes back at her.

His unblinking eyes stay locked into hers as she gaits along the sidewalk. Caught by the wind, wisps of raven strands whisk along her cheekbone and lips. Still caught-up with him, his intense yet non-threatening mesmerizing stare slips through her like a strand of silken lining. A very pleasant sensation reminiscent of how she felt whenever close to Charlie, but unlike Charlie, whose eyes were green, this man’s eyes are pale blue.

Releasing memories of the past, she suddenly finds herself smiling at him. Albeit a Mona Lisa closed-lip smile, it’s an undeniably real and heartfelt one which he reacts to with an inquisitive squint and tilt of the head.

Their limited reaction is familiar to both of them. Harnessed and controlled emotions from two individuals’ protecting their innate core due to heartbreak and loss, is easily recognized without words being spoken.

Carleen, obliged to release the captivating moment in order to not trip and fall flat-faced on the sidewalk, struggles with multitudinous thoughts running through her head. Should I turn back? Should I attempt sign language through the glass? Or should I just keep walking? Her thoughts brought to an abrupt stop by two towering glass doors, she inhales cold air and exhales a massive cloud of condensed warm breath while paused by the open doors.

Their gaze broken as she disappeared beyond the street side windows, he turns back to the bar where a slight sigh escapes him. His thoughts, now becoming clearer, he tries to figure out where he remembers her from. Had they met before? She looked so familiar to him, yet at the same time, he couldn’t understand how he could ever forget someone as captivating as the woman who had just walked by.

Signaling the bartender for another glass of rye, a swaying motion catches his attention. His shoulders solidly anchored in place, he looks to his left. His eyes lock into hers again, he maintains his cool and appears unaffected while she stands just a couple of seats away from him.

Her smile sends a glitter to her eyes as she asks inquisitively, “I couldn’t help but notice you as I walked by. I wonder if we might’ve met before?”

Slightly stunned to hear his own thoughts uttered, his stalling response is broken by the pleasant cadence of her voice, “But then again, I’m quite certain I’d remember you if we had met before.”

Her playful demeanor sparks a smooth row of laughter to escaping him. Having yet to vocalize his thoughts, he finds himself intrigued and slightly bewildered. Who was this, and what were the chances of her standing here next to him? Lost in his thoughts, the pause extends without a word from him.

“I apologize. I didn’t mean to interrupt. I just thought I might know you.” Still smiling, she leans back slightly and prepares to turn away, “Enjoy the rest of the evening.”

Quickly awakened from his stupor, his back straightens but he remains in his seat and promptly stops her from walking away, “No, no, not at all. You weren’t interrupting me. Not from anything other than myself trying to figure out where I might know you from.”

Her smile gradually widens with relief as he moves the seat immediately next to his, “Please, won’t you join me for a drink while we try to resolve this shared conundrum?”


Moving back and forth in time, years together or apart, love keeps coming around for this couple. Over time and a time again, they keep on meeting once again.

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