blue dress in the door way

the flight was rougher then normal. i dont know why their weren't any clouds to be seen, but the fasten seat belt sign was on the whole time. it was one of those small east block european airlines where you never know if a wing is going to fall off mid flight, or one of the stuartes will come over the head and ask if there are in any pilots on board in a language only me and 3 other people on the plane can understand.
anyways it was relatively short, 6 hours from Vadodara to Berlin, then an hour in the car. i took a taxi, the driver was strange, he sounded Czech, offered to let me smoke but i declined, we could smoke on the air plane, did i mention that, i guess not. thats why the flight went so quick, at least im my own head. any ways ill never get sick of the ride, the auto bann will always be exciting in the back seat of a mercedes taxi cab. i was hauling two bags full of camera equipment and some cloths, i felt like a tourist.

when we pulled up to the house, she seemed to open the door instinctually, i hadn't called since we landed, but she know i was close. she stopped in the open door way for a second and starred at me as opened the door to the cab and stood up. its that look she gives, when i cant tell if ive done some thing wrong or she lost or if my entire world is about to start over, thats the look thats kept me all these years. she had a blue and white sun-dress, the kind i would usually despise, but it danced on her skin like wind to the petals of a leaf and fluttered arrogantly in the breeze. she was beautiful. then all at once seemingly with out any thought, as if the previous second had never existed she ran, i stepped forward and she jumped into my arms, "I missed you" she said as she squeezed me back to life. she furiously started kissing my face and i leaned to her ear and breathed "i love you". we both stayed there, her completely off the ground for what seemed like a second and an eternity all at once. her hair was soft, blond for the first time in my memory, she told me she dyed it but refused to send a picture, longest three weeks of my life. she smelled sweeter then i had imagined, some combination of cinnamon vanilla, and a hint of jasmine.
"this is bliss" is whispered, and found her lips. the cab driver then started coughing into his hands ready for me to take the bags he retrieved from the trunk receive his fair, damn him.

she stepped down. i kissed her once more and she took one of the bags and started walking in. i took the second and searched for euros to pay and tip the driver, i tipped him well for the trouble and he seemed gracious. i followed her inside, she was barefoot, and it appeared that the sun dress was all between me and her. i smirked. "will you tell me every thing?" she asked over her shoulder, "every second" i replied as i put down the bag,"but theres some thing i need to do first". "oh really? and what would that be?" she said ever so provocatively, with one eyebrow raised,. now turned and standing in the opening to the bed room. "well you see theres tis girl, who i haven't seen in ages..." i walk towards her as i speak half looking down half looking down for fear looking directly into her eyes will make me forget every thing,"... and if i dont kiss her then im gonna loose my....", my voice fades as our lips touch....

coming home makes every venture worth the every second.
this is bliss.