Take a Walk

As I was lying in bed early this morning my mind wandered to us walking together, how much I've enjoyed those walks, and all the many places we've been able to do so.   

I thought first of perimeter walks in cold winter with piles of snow all around and the moon and stars shining bright. 

I thought of a late night walk in Darmstadt that led to a first kiss.

I thought of walking around the streets of DC during that first, too-short visit.

I thought of walking so many places in Nevada, up to Lovelock Cave, along the Truckee River, out in the desert at the Pony Express stop, near Rye Patch resevoir, along the little creek where we camped.

What about the streets of New Orleans?  With all the sights and sounds, at all times of day and night, along the river, heading for beignets at 3am.

(FACTOID:  A beignet ([bεɲ.e] pronounced ben–YAY, from the Middle French word for "bump"), in American English, refers to a French doughnut being a pastry made from deep-fried dough and sprinkled with confectioner's sugar.)

I didn't realize beignets meant bumps...makes me want to cover my lover's beignets in sugar and eat them right up.

More perimeter walks, this time as lovers, but unable to show it.  But oh how I wanted to hold your hand.

Then Germany again, two days of travel, walking through the city streets and along the Rhein.   Able to wander without the paranoia from the previous six weeks...hand in hand or arm in arm.  I loved our time together.

I'm looking forward to future walks together Natasha...in the desert...in exotic foreign places...wherever our paths take us.

I hope you are reading this and smiling. 

((I stored this post Saturday to be published on Sunday))

Comments

[Natasha Badanoff]

I want to walk with you as well. Freely, in public, no paranoia, no bad feelings, no shame. I also want you in your uniform so I can slowly undress you when we reach our destination. So please, Boris, make it happen. I miss your perfect mouth and your chest, perfectly made as my pillow.