it is quiet and with the rush of the holidays over, there are some things to do. I was there in the kitchen sitting at the table when the icebox opened up it was so full things to eat. I went to the open door and you were standing there talking about all that food in there.

We reached in found that our hands brushed just lightly, I did not mean for it to happen but it did. At times like this you kind of step back and we did that but there was something in the way you looked. You asked me if I wanted a drink, but it wasn't so much the asking as it was the way you said it. The words seems to drip off your lips, they were moist and wet, they looked pouty but they weren't. It was how they were shaped, maybe the curve out hour cheek. YOu handed me drink and as you did I could see I was drinking more than refreshment. I was thirsty and it did not do me any good. As you reached into the icebox, your touch melted the ice and there was a mist coming out surrounding you standing there. I reached out and touched your arm and it was warm to the touch, as you turned I could see into your eyes and there was everything I could want to see there. It was just an icebox, the coolness felt refreshing and with it I touched you and all the ice melted, it was gone. What kind of touch does this, I am not sure but it is one that stays on the mind for all your days. So when I sitting in a car on a hot day, or standing inline someplace I can see you standing there, with those eyes and remember the time when you gave me more than just a drink, you gave me a taste of sweetness that brings a smile to my face and that is what I remember about the icebox and melting snow outside....