the day had arrived
It was a cold winter afternoon, the day was dark and gloomy. I was peeking through the glass window of the restaurant trying to find my wife. Sara was a beautiful woman, she had not changed much since when we had first met in 1985 over 30 years ago.
Her hair was like the moon shining silver streaks in a dark night, plunged over her shoulder. She took off her scarf and placed it on the chair next to her, her hands were soft but wrinkled, I never looked at her so closely in the last 30 years as I had today, thirty years does a lot to a person, she had aged gracefully. Her sweet pink lips had cracked due to the cold, they were not as blossom soft as the used to be but they were still as pink as a smile. She had shiny white pearl teeth and a dainty nose. I loved this woman with all my heart, I love her today as much as I did the first time I set eyes upon her.
i stopped peaking through the glass window and entered the restaurant, through the small wooden frame door, her eyes lit up when they saw me.
“a beautiful bouquet of roses for my precious rose” I exclaimed
as I placed the roses on the table, I knew she loves nature, she says flowers bring a divine presence into her life.
I took her on a date to this expensive restaurant every once in a while. It was located in the heart of the city close to her doctors clinic. This was our favourite place to eat because the ambience was so subtle and natural. The restaurant was called skyline garden. It was located on the 300th floor of a building and it was an indoor greenhouse, full of plants and flowers. This helped Sara relax. Even though it was a little heavy on my pocket, I had no concerns, I just wanted to see a smile on my wife's beautiful face. We finished our salmon and had the the last sip of wine before heading to the doctor. I could see the fear in her eyes but I never saw her cry she was a strong woman.
The sky had begun to become dark and the black clouds were sprawling across the sky, it was evident there was a thunderstorm headed our way, I don’t like thunderstorms they remind me of my fathers funeral. The scent of rain is dark and the humidity is suffocating. The wind holds it breath for a while and suddenly the sky roars and the sky is split by a streak of silver. We realize its time to head to the doctor before the weather becomes too dangerous to step out. We pay the bill and rush towards the clinic.
I wait outside the doctors clinic for her, it’s been almost an hour, I’m anxious and nervous. Suddenly she appears, her eyebrows frown when she is worried and I could tell by her face, it is not good news. What did the doctor say I ask anxiously and something mortifying happens. She takes a long pause and my heart beats like a race horse, thumping in my chest . . . .
