We were new to the everyday kind of love. The baby was outside playing with her papa in the snow. The room was getting dusk dark. We peeked at each other over flickering TV commercials.
The storm canceled life, so the busy stopped and all there was... was time.
So much can happen in those moments. Fights, revalations, long horrible pauses that lead to isolation.
"Want to take a walk?"He asked.
"No... around the apartment... YES outside."
"Sure!" I said. And the blood started to flush out my pale winter face. A walk in the snow? In the twilight... alone with a boy? A fifteen year old dream come true and I was twenty nine but it didn't matter because we are all of us still fifteen on the inside.. right?
And the world was blue with black trees and glistening snow falling down on us. We kicked it and ran, played lovers tag.
We walked across the park that in the springtime snowed pink flowers. He walked up and over benches into snowdrifts like Gene Kelly.
And then we stopped at the liquor store... and old enough we bought two tiny little bottles of schnapps to warm us up. I took peach, and he took peppermint. We went back out into the snow.
"Ew! They're warm!" he said. "They should be cold going down and then warm from the inside out, right? yuck."
I thought fast. I picked up snow and made a ball. I stuck the itsy bottle into it.
"You're brilliant." he said.
And I didn't need the schnapps to warm me up anymore.
He still talks about that. How ingenious I was. But all I remember is his smile. The look of surprise.