Felice and I take the last flight of the evening home from LaGuardia to Boston. Iâ€™m still having an out of body experience from the kiss she gave me as we walked across the Brooklyn Bridge. Actually, itâ€™s more like a completely in-body experience. My mind hasnâ€™t yet returned from the nerve endings in my lips. Twenty-three and my first kiss ever â€“ right in the middle of the pedestrian walkway. Iâ€™ll never see that stone and steel the same way again.
|After the Kiss by Peter 9 Bowman|