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The Most Romantic Things Are Free
Concluding my brief sojourn this week into all thing's “love” related, I wanted to write about “romance” and how there are so often so many differing interpretations of what this “means.” And, of course, keeping in mind that it is different for each of us, I’ll write about what it means to me.
The picture above references what I feel to have been the most romantic moments in my life: walking in the snow together with someone that I love.
I am most fortunate, as this happened twice with two different lovely men.
The first time, it was already snowing, and we decided to bundle up and venture outside, late at night. I remember it was freezing and we were holding onto each other, lest we slip and fall. It was so quiet; it felt as if the very fabric of life, for just that instant, had stopped and we had entered into a painting, and we just happened to catch snowflakes on our tongues.
There’s something magical about snow that somehow transports wherever you happen to be into someplace beautiful. I’m not sure why, but that’s how it feels to me. For that all too brief time, life itself is beautiful and stilled.
I remember us laughing about how other people probably thought we were crazy for being out and about in such extreme temperatures, but we didn’t care. When you’re in love, “other…
