Our Stolen Moment

Our Stolen Moment * It is early morning, we are on our way to Provincetown, Cape Cod. * The radio is playing one of our favorite songs. I smile at you in your white halter top, blue jeans and bare feet with polished red nails on the dashboard. * Oh my god, you say our favorite song is playing. You start to sing. Your hungry voice taking shrill bites out of a song by Journey. * Provincetown Inn is where we will stay. After the unpacking we lay on the bed, hug, and say, “See you in a couple hours.” * Upon waking, we make love. “Do we do it better in motel rooms?”, she asks. “It's the ocean air.” I suggest. “Of course, that's it. The all too familiar smell of the sea air”, she exclaims. * After showering, dressing then downing a quick coffee we go to our favorite eatery for a late lunch. * The day is sunny, warm with a light ocean breeze. After lunch, we browse the gift shops and purchase a few items, to remember our trip, by. * In Provincetown center there is MacMillan Pier, and we walk to the end where an empty bench, awaits us. * I place my arm around her, she cuddles and says, “I love you.” I pull her closer. Looking out over the ocean our breaths in sync she says, “It doesn't get any better than this.” * I say, “I want to shout out, my love for you” “No, sweetheart, you can't, we must remain quiet.” “Why my love?” “It's our stolen moment.”