Forever – A Romantic Monday Post


She sat with her knees drawn to her chest watching the setting sun reflecting on the water.    As day gave way to dusk, the horizon hungrily devoured the sun leaving behind a mélange of blood-red and fire-orange dripping onto the waves.    His arms were wrapped around her and she could hear his breathing, rhythmic and calming  as he lowered his chin to her shoulder.  The waves eagerly lapped at the rocky shoreline, undulating their anchored kayaks with each ripple.


She let her head fall back onto him and inhaled deeply, savoring the pungent aroma of the smoke from the fire and letting it permeate her nostrils.  He kissed her shoulder and got up from behind her.  The moon had snuck up on the treeline and had begun to immerse itself in the night sky.  The rock was illuminated by its brilliance and she turned to see where he had gone.  He stood stoking the fire and she watched the sparks as they circled his body.  She rolled onto her stomach, gazed at his face in the fire light and thought about how he enriched her life.  She couldn’t imagine being without him and if time stood still, this would be the moment she would choose to freeze.

He laid down beside her and she curled into him.  The wind tickled them as it playfully seduced their skin. The sounds of the night had returned to serenade them and the damp smell of the campfire continued to saturate the air.  She could hear the waves teasing the shoreline,  the amplified song of the frogs rippling in on the breeze and their boats harmoniously lapping at the water.   She lifted her head and found him staring up at the night sky.  Following his gaze, she become aware of the stars that had appeared in clusters and were dancing among the surging patches of Northern Lights.   They lay in each other’s embrace, lulled by the sounds of nature and gently soothed by the luminescence of the sky.  As the waning glow of the fire cast small shadows around them he reached behind him, pulling a blanket to cover them and she nestled deeper into his arms.

The moon continued its voyage through the sea of Northern Lights and they lay in silence, cloaked in each other’s embrace.   She felt his lips on her forehead just as he slid the ring onto her finger.  No words needed to be spoken.  She lifted her head from his chest and he watched the single tear trace the curve of her cheek.  She would be his forever.

Another post inspired by Edward Hotspur’s Romantic Monday.

Superbowl Sunday



It’s here!!  It’s finally here!!  The culmination of a great season of football and some hard-fought battles with the pigskin brings us to the moment that the Vince Lombardi trophy will be awarded.  My efforts as “The Commish”  in a 17-week long football pool and playoff pool also come to an end at the pinnacle of the football season.

Superbowl Sunday is one of my most cherished days of the year, and also one of my least favorite days.  Although I plan my menu, don my football jersey and patiently wait for the final picks from the pool members, I instinctively feel sad because in a few short hours after kick-off it will all come to an abrupt end.  For a brief moment, my football cup goes from half-full to half-empty but then the roar of the crowd brings me back to life and I’m ready to watch the battle that is about to ensue.

This year’s rivalry between Baltimore and San Francisco should be particularly exciting – the Harbaugh bowl.  The pure, raw desire for each of these teams to reign supreme is evident on the field, but this year the competition has set brother vs brother on the coaching sideline.  The deeply etched scars of the carnage on the field are proudly worn as badges of honor, but on opposite sidelines family honor is also up for grabs.

Superbowl Sunday has become one of the most anticipated sporting events.  Last year, the game was rated the most watched television event ever, drawing over 111 million viewers. Even if you are not a dedicated football fan through the regular season, there is something so enticing about the spirit of Superbowl Sunday.  Friends gather, tailgate worthy snacks, pots of chili, ribs and BBQ meals are prepared and served amidst screams of joy and derogatory comments towards the referees.  A broad spectrum of emotion fills the room and the anticipation of the final minutes of the game is excruciating. And if your living room is anything like mine, there are a few well placed F-bombs!!

When the game is done, the trophy is presented and the celebration is carried on beyond the cameras, there should be a rehabilitation program for those going through football withdrawal.  I admittedly feel a sense of loss and wander aimlessly on the Sunday following Superbowl, trying to overcome that loss.  The sudden deviation to absolutely no football requires an intense effort to fill those weekend hours and I am forced to find sufficient entertainment to fill that void.  Thank God for blogging!

But for now, I will focus on Superbowl XLVII – the throw down between the Ravens and the 49ers.  It’s gonna be loud, it’s gonna be rough and it’s gonna be the Niners 34 and the Ravens 27.  Happy Superbowl Sunday!!