As we cross onto the bridge from San Francisco, I roll back the sunroof to open up an unobstructed vertical view of the Golden Gate Bridge’s soaring copper towers and supporting cables. The cool night air whistles overhead as Anna looks up into the night sky.
I trace my index along the edge of her nose – a whisper of contact – and she closes her eyes as she smiles.
The CD she loaded into my stereo is playing – and we sing the duet in concert …
Never knew I could feel like this
Like I've never seen the sky before
I want to vanish inside your kiss
Every day I'm loving you more and more
Listen to my heart, can you hear it sings
Telling me to give you everything
Seasons may change, winter to spring
But I love you until the end of time
Come what may
Come what may
I will love you until my dying day ...
Sausalito, CA (facing Golden Gate Bridge). 10:50pm
The most striking thing about her is her expressive range – she has that charismatic ‘sparkle’ and physical presence which broadcasts every emotion and thought with bright clarity. Watching her speak – listening to her sing – is a singular delight and in still moments, I find myself trying to burn those moments into my memory.
As we sit huddled together in the parked car, looking at the span of the Golden Gate Bridge – she turns to me and we face at each other – a split second of anticipation before the inevitable. That first kiss – light, sweet and wonderfully soft – is what I imagined dozens of times before the moment. It’s these tiny moments of beauty and sweetness that I think back on with great fondness.
[ … ack! unfortunately, the balance of the evening’s story is probably best left private – though, in defense of her virtue, I will confirm that Anna did take brad’s advice]