Driving into work with the windows down, tendrils of my hair were tying themselves into wind-woven knots and my eyelashes lowered from the glare of the morning sun.
Clockwise with the wheel to bend the car to the road’s will, and the brackish waters of the Chesapeake Bay opened up on my left. With the wheel now straightened, I crested over a small hill and the strong arm of an Atlantic Ocean breeze reached in through my window. Its fingers brushed the side of my face lightly before entwining themselves in the hair behind my ear, palm cradling the back of my head and neck.
It was a lover’s touch, as in right before a devastating kiss is delivered.
As I melted into the embrace, my face felt the warm breath of sunshine for just an instant before the airy hand retracted back through the window.
“Mmmm, I miss receiving kisses like that,” I thought. Then I opened my eyes and regained my bearings…
This morning’s brief encounter left me to wonder, “Have I ever been kissed like that?!”