She saw him the first day of school. Only briefly. Just for a second. He was walking the opposite way down the crowded hallway, so she only got a brief glimpse. He caught her eye, smiled, and nodded. She nodded back with a smile of her own. The crowd closed and he was gone.
It was cold out now. Months had gone by. Fall was struggling with winter for domination…ice and rain fought over who would fall this day…snow was waiting just a day or two in the future for its chance to make the sidewalks slick and buttons, zippers and scarfs tightened up. Even with his collar pulled up as he sailed by on the current of students on his side of the Hallway, she recognized him and his smile.
The crowd parted just enough for her to see his frozen cheeks - and the tip of his nose was red too. She thought it was cute. It must have shown on her face. For he smiled at her…nodded…and was gone. She kept that smile in her heart the rest of the day. He did too.
Spring had come early. And stayed. Oh not the weather, the feeling. For it was late March when it happened in a crowded hallway. She was all ready to smile and nod when he was carried by her in a current filled with students…but he wasn’t there. She looked around in despair…she needed that smile, she wanted that nod. It made her day.
She felt a slight bump up against her books that were cradled to her chest with both arms- it startled her. She looked up to hurry an apology…and stopped. He was looking down at her. She smiled. He smiled. He took all her books, put them under one of his arms. She watched as he did it with the grace and chivalry of an old medieval Knight.
He reached for her hand, took it slowly, gently, but with no doubt into his. She looked down at her hand in his, then back up to his eyes. She nodded. He smiled.
The Bed and Breakfast they ran for fifty years together…was called: