Love Affair

I just had the most marvelous meeting with my lover. I came around the corner and there she was, so breathtakingly beautiful that— well, there’s no other way to say it— my heart stood still. The most gentle of “Hi’s” escaped my lips and I just stood there transfixed, lost in a lover’s embrace. We have had a long-standing exquisite affair, but today, I fell in love all over again. Her name? San Francisco.

Truth be told, things had grown stale between us. I was tired of her grey, overcast moods, the way she doesn’t pick up after herself on her streets like Salzburg (one of my other girlfriends), her clogged freeway arteries that hardened her heart and other tired habits. And I’m sure she was tired of me complaining about them.

But I have to take some responsibility. Too much time together and too little time together can both be relationship-killers and these past six months, I’ve hardly been around. And when I have been, it was for weeks on end of her foggy thinking when the calendar dictated some clarity. Of course, there were some high points, when her boys brought home the World Series trophies and her favorite uncle renewed his lease on his big White House. But in terms of a soul connection, the threads between us were frayed.

These last few days have changed all that. Brilliant, sunlit, sparkling days that show her effervescent nature in its fully glory. Dressed up so fine in her holiday clothes and stepping out to party with such zest and flair. I’ve been out again exploring all the nooks and crannies of her most lovely body, admiring her from afar and from close-up and she has never looked so good or felt so fine.

Move over, Tony Bennet. I’m in love all over again.