Play misty for me…

This photograph is one of my favorites.

It isn’t the best of photos.  It isn’t colorful, it isn’t insanely interesting.  Still, the misty, hazy photograph speaks to me in a way that most others don’t.   It reminds me, quite simply, of an evening with the love of my life, of taking his hand in mine and holding him close while I sang these words, so soft that only he could hear.

Look at me, I’m as helpless as a kitten up a tree;
And I feel like I’m clingin’ to a cloud,
I can’ t understand
I get misty, just holding your hand.

Walk my way,
And a thousand violins begin to play,
Or it might be the sound of your hello,
That music I hear,
I get misty, the moment you’re near.

We danced on the pier in my beautiful North Carolina, the gentle sounds of the Atlantic Ocean below, a beautiful full moon above us, and a host of bemused fishermen watching.  The night, the moment, the location– all was completely perfect.

What I would give to have more than just the memories of that moment, and all others, with this one person– the one person.  I only hope that one day I can love like that again, and not rely on mist covered piers to take me back to that simple, perfect feeling.