Vancouver ......
She stepped out of the hotel door and into the July sunlight, smiling at the man holding the door as she passed him.
She had arrived in Vancouver earlier that morning from Melbourne, and even though it had been a 14 hour flight, she was not tired β and she wanted to stretch her legs with a walk from the Fairmont down to the pier and Vancouver waterfront.
She moved briskly enjoying the sails of Canada Place Way which reminded her of the Sydney Opera House in some ways, and the faΓ§ade of the various buildings along the way; the aroma of coffee filled her senses as vendors served late breakfasts to workers heading for their respective offices.
As she reached the crosswalk β she looked up and saw the street sign 'Granville Street' and remembered the Canadian artist whose work she had looked at online prior to leaving Australia β and a gallery on Granville Island under the Granville Street Bridge which had some of her paintings on display.
Changing direction and turning instead onto Granville Street she walked for about 15 minutes, finally coming to a sign that indicated she was facing the South shore of False Creek and that Granville Island was close by. She followed the directions and soon found herself in a thriving entertainment and shopping centre with a vibrant market central to the Island's activities.
Even though it was only mid morning, the shopping centre and produce market were very busy.
She stopped for an espresso at an outdoor cafΓ© and sat for a while watching the morning's activities as people came and went through the centre. As she looked around she could see that the centre was a mixture of new and old, perhaps a rundown old industrial area originally which had been reclaimed over time, but had now been transformed into a thriving centre on the South shore of False Creek in the middle of Vancouver.
She moved on after the coffee and came to the Gallery she was interested in, going inside to take a look around. The First Nation artwork of Canada had always fascinated her and she took some time to look at the display related to this artist that Canada so revered, and which captured so much of the early days of the Pacific West Coast of Canada.
She became conscious of someone looking at her from across the gallery as she moved away to one of the other display areas. He followed her slowly and was interested and pleased to see her enjoying the display of First Nation art work in the gallery β he had followed her into the Gallery from the marketplace, and he wanted to get closer as he had thought for a moment she was someone he already knew.
She was a redhead with a fair complexion, about 5' 3" tall, quite small and slender and looked healthy and fit. He had communicated with a woman in Australia several months before β but the friendship had ended when he felt she had become emotionally involved with him β and he had simply stopped communicating or answering her emails β until they stopped coming altogether.
But he had never forgotten her, and she had crossed his mind so many times as he remembered their email conversations and telephone calls back and forth, and he had missed her very much over the past months β missed her more than he ever thought he would. He missed the sound of her voice, and her humor, and knew she was an intelligent and smart woman. He had found her intoxicating and very sensual and passionate, and her active and fertile imagination was something he often marveled at, and always thoroughly enjoyed β and he found he missed everything about her.
Since then he had looked at the faces of many redheads in passing thinking it might just be her face he saw β but he also knew in reality she was a continent away, and the faces he looked at, had never been that of the woman he remembered so vividly.
He knew her travel plans well as they had often talked of her trip to Canada and Alaska β and they had really hoped he might be able to travel with her to Alaska and join in on her adventure at the wilderness lodge if only for a few days β but once the communication stopped, it had all disappeared as a possibility.
So, he knew that today was the day she was to arrive in Vancouver, and she would be staying at the Waterfront for a couple of days until she left for Alaska and the wilderness adventure with the Kodiak Bears and Whales and the Salmon fishing she had so looked forward to.
He walked across the gallery and turned into the display area he had seen her move to, and as she stood contemplating a painting, he moved to her side.
She felt the movement of someone beside her, and she looked up into the handsome face and intensely blue eyes that she had known many months before β and which she had fallen just a little in love with β ultimately driving him away. He looked into the clear green eyes of this lovely redheaded woman who he had thought of so often, and who he had missed having in his life. Yes, this was how he had imagined her β small and almost delicate, an attractive and interesting face β with intelligence and humor showing in her eyes.
She smiled up at him β and without a word, he leaned down and kissed her on the lips. Her lips were very slightly open, and what started as a light kiss intensified so they kissed deeply and passionately β her hands coming up around his neck and her fingers reaching into his hair as he pulled her closely to him. The kiss was one of deep longing and spoke of how much they had missed each other over the many months where there had not been any communication between them.
She had missed him intensely and it had taken her a long time to resign herself to the fact that they would probably never meet or talk again. Her feelings had not diminished for him β but she had simply accepted in time the fact that he had disappeared from her life forever, and she would never really know why or what had really been the cause.
Now, with their arms around each other they hugged and looked into the face of the other β enjoying the fact they were together for the first time β and they smiled and laughed, so happy to finally meet.