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RE: Going Home ...A Canadian Thanksgiving Tale
As I started reading, I had the thought that for many of us, especially those who are dreamers, our yearnings for love are dictated less by the needs built in to our species and more aligned or influenced by fairy story images, while we keep hoping we'll find our own happy ever after ending.
Maybe one thought makes it even more magical for me - I may be 76, yet I still have my fairy story dreams...though they cannot come true. Maybe I am impressing them upon my soul so that next time around it is more careful (and daring) and ensures I make more of an effort to live the life of loving.
PS: a small correction:
I want to want to walk with her
Thanks, Arthur, especially for spotting the mistake near the end - I try never to mar the beginnings and endings - they're so important - my wife noticed I've been dropping periods off the ends of sentences. Yeah, I don't need reading glasses...much, lol.
I'm at my best when I write about romance because I can rhapsodize and improvise - yes, it's a form of fantasy but it's the blurry, tipsy joy that only seems to happen when caught up in the exhilaration of new beginnings before the inevitable heartbreak of reality adds its dark touches.