However it might come to anyone who might read this, I wish you a moment of romance on this day. It could be a glance of sensuality in a crowded space or the pleasure of full embrace in a private one. It could be given freely, or given at a price; though a case could be made that we all pay some price for the love we receive. In that light, we should drop the judgmental crap and honor the giver and receiver in whatever way it happens. It's trite and overworked sentimentality to say it, but I'll say it, "Make love not war!"
I was lucky enough to visit Pearl over Valentine's weekend. Friday night, I drove through a snow storm; crashes and flashing lights on the interstate in the blinding white swirl, and behemoth trucks flying by spraying slush in my face. But, I arrived safely to find myself by Saturday afternoon in the steamy warmth of Pearl's loft studio room. Teenagers do this, but grownups can too, as I did, catching Pearl in an unsuspecting moment with the camera on my cell phone.
She had been giving me some well-appreciated attention, but turned for a moment to pet her new male kitten, Spike. I had suggested the name Spike to give the little kitty a hook for validating his manhood. And, on this Valentine's weekend, Pearl validated mine.
As Sam and Dave said in the 1968 Motown hit: "You didn't have to squeeze me like you did, but you did, but you did; and I thank you."
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