The cool wind hits his body and he shivers even though he is wearing a countless number of layers.
Goose bumps appear on his arms.
He increases his pace to get out of the cold.
He can see Gloria’s Flower Shop in the corner of Keele and Wilson.
He rushes in.
The semi old door creaks.
A small crowd is clustered around the flowers.
Colours surround him.
Roses tangled with baby's breath. Tulips. Peonies. Daises. Sunflowers. Orchids.
He stops to dwell on their beauty.
But he already knows the perfect bouquet for her.
He selects the flowers.
Lingers near the card rack.
Writes a message.
Pays for both.
The semi old door creaks once again.
Snowflakes fall on his face.
Brush against his beard.
He forgot to wear a hat.
He walks towards the bus stop.
His heart swells with happiness.
A smile stretched to his ears.
He gets off at his stop.
Presses the number on the buzzer, he forgot his keys again.
The elevator to the third floor doesn’t take long.
She opens the door quite fast.
She is happy he is home after a long day.
She is tired from work.
A red scarf is loosely draped around her head.
She must have just finished praying he thinks.
Their marriage bands glimmer in the light:
That is their eyes.
He walks in.
Kisses her cheek.
They hug each other close.
He hands her the bouquet of tulips. The teddy bear card.
To my dear Zeba, you are my love bug. I appreciate and love you.
She hugs him.
He looks into her eyes and says “I don’t need a special holiday to
remind you that you’re important and special.”
What a beautiful and simple moment.