I find it funny how people always think of passion as something hot and fiery. Love is often compared to a burning flame or a dying ember. Not that I don't agree of course, but there are times that I would have to say that the emotion might have been romanticized too much. In the same line of thought I would like to say that love can be like winter.
It is a private moment, with the rest of the world starting to spin slower and you start having the luxury to keep to yourself. The scene outside is serene and fluffy and sparkly and fragile - every word you can use to describe how your loved one makes you feel. A cold day will let you savor time, the best of your moments together warming you up. Is it not more romantic to have a reason to hug each other anytime, and hug each other longer than spring, summer, or fall would allow? (Don't people like having sex when the weather is cold?) Love can be so deep and so romantic and so beautiful like a cold night.
I had a great day with a very charming person today, and though we had to share the rink with about less than a hundred people, I was glad to learn - for the third time - how to skate. Now it's a very odd date for some people, but I enjoyed it a lot. I had a bit of a problem with carrying the skates, my legs were stiff as a dead tree branch for the better part of our first run. I had to relearn the basic stuff of ice skating for the third time, and the charming person was very kind to repeat our first lesson together ever so patiently. I really envied the other skaters who received comments from my charming person about how they had "great balance" and "form" and "flexibility". Most I got was "you have very graceful arms, your legs could do with some." I know I'm such a lousy skater (one day, wait and see!) and I really appreciated the fact that my charming person did not leave my side and was content with gliding and sliding around me, who was too petrified to speed up, or even move her legs across the ice floor. I showed progress after having some rest - those skates are killing me, being so heavy and all - and was complimented for learning fast (considering I had to start learning how to skate from the beginning... again).
We resisted the urge to have hotdogs by the rink and I was grateful for not having a snack because it translated to having dinner together at a lovely Italian ristorante. We had spaghetti marinara and pizza margherita and soda and awesome conversations. It was such a cozy afternoon, too. The clouds hid the sun well, and it was very breezy by the sea, where we sat together watching the waves run after one another to the shores. Winter is nearby.
I was promised we'll repeat the day together next week. I need to work on my chutzpah.
