...A kiss reciprocated

Walking through the park at lunch, winter in Chicago, encompassing the benches and outdoor activities hibernating in the bitter cold and snow.

Making tracks through barely walked snow, watching the few embarking on their treks through the now hushed park, bundled in new Christmas sweaters and outer gear of old.

But this winter traveler, who stops and stares across Lakeshore Drive, to the frozen lake where others are seen, in a lovers embrace, takes this traveler to the night before

Where in a night of drinking wine, a lot of mighty fine wine, led to selfies with loved ones, and deep conversations of spells, books and candles, hindsight revealing to this traveler of a picture captured with one who asked "what??"

Only to be responded with a kiss...a forbidden kiss...a kiss reciprocated...