Same Time Next Year
The passion endures despite the distance
Anticipation is wonderful, elongating the encounter, all too brief it seems, that we share once every twelve months or so. It starts with an email, sent immediately upon the confirmation of my annual trip. The agonizing wait for a reply, not knowing if you will be in town and whether your circumstances, or your desire, have changed. And then it arrives, signified by the badge on my secret email app. Yes, yes, yes. How hav...