Sowing a seed

I went yesterday to a small town with a large cathedral for a party given by Chirpy (who still needs a better name! git them lazy-ass brain cells workin', boy.) We've spoken and mailed a few times since the seminar, but without rekindling the spark that flashed between us that weekend. Seeing her standing in the doorway was close to a flashback, I had to choke back the memory of a tear. She was just as pretty as I remembered her, just as warm, direct and open. We didn't have much chance to talk on Saturday, but had a long and enjoyable conversation over breakfast (and cleaning up) this morning. Unfortunately, I had to leave at noon for work.

I'm smitten. I was quietly berating myself for not having immediately contacted her and insisted or begged that we meet after the seminar, what a waste of nine weeks. We will meet again in Stuttgart on Thursday, and I'm going back to STWALC for her New Year's Eve party.

I have no idea where this will take us - if indeed there is an "us" and a "taking" to be had, since it's clear that that she is in no hurry. I am trying not to bury this seedling in expectations and desires and possibilities, but simply to let it grow and see what it turns out to be: maybe a flower, or maybe just a potato. I shall try to live in the moment, to accept without judgement whatever comes to be.