love between screens

[PolarJuice]

Sam laughs getting a kick out of her 'long john's' reference, then remmebers to pack his extra set for it was late one caming trip when he sort of singed the flap on one set drying them too close to the fire and went the rest of the trip with a cold butt... brought a whole new meaning to the definition of 'blue balls'..

Long john's? You equating long johns to sleeping attire or comfort during out outside walks .... I should only hope its for the comfort of our outside walks cause darling if you're in my sleeping bag you ain't having no long johns on... LOL

Even when the snows are thirteen feet deep and the air so cold that trees start exploding like gunshots, I still sleep like a bear, bare. ... No worries girl .. I'll keep you warm.... perchance too warm... LOL

Hmm I must phone them and find out if there is any indoor facilities.. LOL If not I'll have to be prepared ...

XOXOX

Sam ... " all bouncing and excited "

 

[daughter]

Forgive me, Love

sharing space and silence,
simplest of affections
salutations---
muted drumbeats speak.

Bear--

Forgive my absence. My holiday was a mess. I had trouble with travel and when I returned to work, things were crazy. This is fourth quarter and several titles that were suppose to pub might not make it. It's exceedingly stressful right now.

I do have the time to take off. Don't worry about our plans. I will see you the week after next. The crisis at the office will be handled by then and besides, nothing could keep me from you.


I love you, Sam.

 

[PolarJuice]

Sam;

I'm writing this knowing I'll see you before you see this but I'm writing it anyways. Its been snowing for days now and leaving Edmonton, the roads, though clear are treacherous with the wind and the passing cars blowing snow cutting down the visibility. The hotel sign that I passed said the temp was -14C .. I think that is around 7F so its damn cold but bearable. The bus is warm and I have a seat to myself 3rd from the back. I hate buses though. I can't eat. I can't sleep. It throws off my daily routine to the max.

Then I hear your voice in my head and I'm amazed how much discomfort I can overlook when I know you are at the other end waiting for me. The other passengers must think I'm a looney sitting here grinning like a crazy man. Maybe thats why I have the seat to myself....

By midmorning the bus cruises in the open country. The snow masking all the bare farmer's fields turns the view into a winter wonderland. The bales left out in the fields are covered with a frosting of snow making them look like those frosted wheat breakfast cereals. The few trees I pass have their branches drooped under a winter coat of snow. They have resigned themselves to the fact that spring is a long way away. I feel so sleepy looking at those last few tress before we get out into the open prairie. This old bear wants to hiberate I guess.

A small herd of buffalo are near the road their humps dusted with snow. The lead male snuffs a snorts a cloud from his snout as he bows his head and paws the ground warning the big bus to say away frrom his chosen. I wonder at the sight and can only imagine what it would have been like 200 years ago to see the praries covered end to end with herds of these big wonderful animals. I imagine the ground would literaly shake under foot.

I focus on the tiny crystals forming on the window everytime I breathe. What wonderful designs and patterens grow and fade with each breath. My thoughts turn inward to lying with you in front of that old fireplace atop a shaggy buffalo rug. I can feel your breath warm on my cheek. It sends shivers down my back and I drift off thnking of you...

 

[daughter]

I focus on the tiny crystals forming on the window everytime I breathe. What wonderful designs and patterens grow and fade with each breath. My thoughts turn inward to lying with you in front of that old fireplace atop a shaggy buffalo rug. I can feel your breath warm on my cheek. It sends shivers down my back and I drift off thnking of you...

Nora, prints off a copy of Sam's note, stuffs in her coat pocket. She's giddy. "Lord, please, let me love him if only for a little while."

Out the door, twenty minutes to the station to catch her own bus.....

 

[PolarJuice]

Sam

Sam waits patiently at the station for the next Greyhound coming in from the South. He is nervous and it shows. Big clouds are streaming from his nose and mouth, frosting his hair and beard to winter white. His eyes are smiling despite the cold weather.

Sam looks across the street at the surprise he's lined up for Nora when they meet. What a perfect way to start the weekend. He also called to the Bed and Breakfast to let them know he'd be arriving shortly and in a bit of an unusual way and they said all would be ready for his arrival. The fire in the hearth is already making the cabin toasty warm for their stay.

Sam stamps his feet once more in anticipation and only catches the last of the announcement over the crackling PA system at the bus station. His stomacks knots of the last few words and he can feel a bit of panic set in.

Was it an announcement for her bus or some other...

Just as he was about to head into the station he sees a dirty Greyhound rounding the corner at the far end of the street.

Here she comes. Steady, man!

 

[daughter]

Her stomach is in knots

Oh, God. How do I look? Will he be disappointed? What if there's no chemistry between us? Should I have stayed home?

Nora is afraid. Afraid that she could actually be happy and in love. When the bus finally stops, she makes out a burly figure pacing in the lobby. She knows it's Bear. He is handsome. His facial expression is an odd mix. His muscles are tight, but his eyes are says he's anxious and happy.

Nora steps off the bus. Bear is now frozen. He can't move. He wants to but he can't. Nora hurries to him. "Sam"

Her voices melts the fear. He pulls the woman close to him almost smoothering her in his embrace. Before realizing what he's doing, he kisses. It's short, but Nora is melting, too. He breaks his hold.

"I'm sorrrry", he stammers. He's embarrassed. It's not like him to show affection especially in public. He hopes she isn't angry.

"I'm so glad you did that. I was afraid when you saw me, you'd be disappointed."

 

[PolarJuice]

Sam

"I'm sorry," he says blushing at such intimate contact so soon.

He backs away to look at her holding her at arms length but not letting her go. Her words bring a smile to his face and he looks her up and down.

Then he twirls her around and hugs her from behind covering her eyes with his hands.

"And what, my dear do you have to worry about that would disappoint me? You look wonderful. Now..." Sam kisses her neck before going on and makes her giggle scrunching up as his beard tickles her.

" Now, are you ready for the next part of your trip? I have a surprise for you."

Keeping her eyes covered he walkes her gently off the loading ramp and out from where the bus is parked. The sounds of the station a slowly replaced but the muffled calm of a small town street. No longer are the smells of the bus station; garbage cans, stale beer, urine and stale cigerette smoke, flooding her senses. Clear fresh air fills her lungs. The sound of a distant dog barking is barely heard over her heart beat pounding in her ears. No wait, bell's?

"Are you ready?"