Advanced course, Day 1

Countdown......43.....32.......15......4......1.......then I am packing, then in the air, then touching down, wondering if there will be a beautiful woman there to meet me. I am prepared to ride the TTC into the city. I check my messages just in case, as I enter the baggage claim area, and I am told NOT TO GET ON THE SUBWAY. I find my bag and exit, look around- nobody yet- so I seat myself on an airport bench and settle in.

Pearson is a hubbub of activity- people coming and going, always moving, always with somewhere else to be....there are workers with pushcarts and passengers with multiple suitcases and I am mesmerized by the numbers and variety- then there is a body in front of me

"Hey! You need a ride somewhere or WHAT?"

..it's her, dressed in green jacket and blue denim and hair in luscious curls and mouth turned up in a huge corners-of-her-eyes-crinkling grin . Before I can completely register what is happening she is in my lap- I am wrapped in her arms, and she in mine- I am conscious of the scent of her so close to me... finally so close...and the way her eyes change colours in the light- from stormy gray to blue and back again...and the creak of my leather jacket as we just hold each other...her hands are all over my face, followed closely by her mouth...mercy.....I feel the weight of her body on my thighs and I am in heaven...transported now not by a plane but by her smile, and her skin, and the heat of her.

"I'd cry if I wasn't so fuckin' happy"

I know exactly how she feels.

Oh....my heart.