Saturday, December 3, 2011

The Train Ride to Love

The day could not have been more excited as she thought of her preperations for the trip.  It was now 4:30 pm and she had had most of her packing done the day before.  "Angel are you ready for this special trip you are taking to see Paris?",  Lala asked.  "Yes, I am so nervous though Lala.  This is our first time meeting and I keep thinking what I will say to him when our eyes meet."  "Well, said Lala, I'm sure everything will happen very naturally and beautifully when you both see each other, just enjoy the moment and the words will speak for themselves."  "I'm sure your right, said Angel.  I'll see you in a week then, I may call you during my train ride there." Angel and Lala hugged each other very gently and Angel drove away in her car looking at the soft snow flakes falling down on her window shield she turned on her cd player as soft jazz began to play.  Angel smiled within herself as she thought of what she was going to where on her train ride to see her love for the first time.

The weather was slightly chilling for a February winter day.  As the sun shined so clearly through the white clouds Angel thought of finally meeting her love for the first time.  They had met over the phone through a close friend at Angel's church.  Paris was a single very successful young man with no children and he had never been married before.  He attended church regularly and was a devout christian man.  A sister in the church was related to him and thought he and Angel would make good friends.  Angel was a single young christian lady who was a christian writer and successful with her first book.  Arriving home with only a few hours before her train would depart from the train station, Angel immediately showered and changed into her clothes she felt would be comfortable for the trip.  She was a very shaply young woman, and tall.  She put on her brown boots to match her slinder brown tweeded wool skirt and finished packing the rest of her cosmetics in her carrying bag.

She thought how Paris would look into her eyes for the first time.  Would he see the true love she had been holding in her heart for him through the whole year they had been conversing over the phone.   The drive to the train station was so romantic to Angel as she listened to the soft jazz music in her car.  Arriving on time at the train station, Paris texted Angel on her cell phone asking her was everything going okay.  Angel texted him back letting Paris know that she was boarding the train and would be thinking of him through the whole trip.