Today I was .......

…..In South Africa. Where the sun rises and sets consistently with an array of color. Hues of orange, yellow and pink illuminate the sky, surrounding the sun. Sitting on a chaise on the front porch, with my knees pulled up to my chin, letters, pictures and memories at my feet. Conversations that we once had, giggles and innuendos that were made, whispers that were shared…mmm…. His face comes to my mind and I *smile*. My mind races with thoughts about, what is yet to come. The anticipation of him finally arriving is at its peak. Warmth covers me as the goose bumps on my skin rise. The ache that I have felt for some time now, is at its height.

In the distance I can see the elephants making their way to the destination of their choice. Without a worry, not having any concept of time; they walk freely through the grass lands, swinging their trunks, often walking into each other or so it seems from here. A giraffe feeding, on the high trees, its long neck and the outline of his shape is all that I can see. Only distance between us.

My thoughts disturbed by the sound of a jeep coming my way. I look up and I *smile*. It’s getting closer. My *smile* widens. My heart begins to beat wildly. I see it. It stops in front of me. I can’t move. There is no going back now. The door opens, and he steps out, closing the door, bag over his shoulder, he looks up at me and *smiles*. Neither one of us can move. Time stands still. He begins to move towards me, slowly. As he gets closer, the movement of his body relaxes. He drops his bags, he climbs the steps and now FINALLY he is in front of me. Emotion overwhelms us both. We can’t speak. There really isn’t a need. He is in front of me looking down. My hand rises to his. He accepts it, squeezes it. He climbs behind me on the chaise, he lies back, and I turn around, resting my head on his shoulder. His hand caresses my cheek; the other hand rubs my back. My hands are on his neck, his chest. Like I had always known….Words wouldn’t need to be spoken. Just a look and a *smile*, could tell our story. Our story truly began as we watched the sunrise for the first time together. (nash)