For years I had a print of a couple kissing in a train station hanging my bedroom. It’s not the exact one above, but was very much like it. I got the print while I was an undergraduate in college, and was probably dreaming a bit too much about passionate kissing and not enough about my studies…
Over the years I’ve had a few good kisses. Some that’ve even held a candle to the one in the photograph that hung on my wall for so many years.
But of late, that’s definitely escalated. There was that one in Times Square, and the one at Griffith Observatory, and the one at Sacre Coeur at sunset. Not to mention Montreal, Portland, Cape Cod, Avignon, San Francisco, Brussels, Florence….and one very memorable smooch while I was sitting on the beach in Santa Monica.
And then there’s that one coming up at an airport in just a few hours, where I intend to throw down my travel bags and kick up my heel just like the girl in the photo above…