Dial 2 For Perfection
By: Tyler Ross
A cold breeze walks up and down my face
The green is covered by white as ice skaters skate
My fingertips are half numb tightly jammed into my pockets
A few brave runners bolt by me like rockets
I focus on the grace of a couple face to face
Her hand gently placed in his hand as they retrace over old bladed lines
Such haste to capture their moment
I feel for them, so I snap photographs of the two grown-ups
My temperature works like a corrupted inside job allowing the winter to enter further than I would consider bearable, I am freezing
I try to reason with the elements, my camera, time, and the classic romance on ice
No dice, I continue to freeze
A soreness surfaces in my knee, but I won’t give up on what I truly need
Digging for the perfect set of life on skates
I change position for a vantage point once imagined staying up late
They created their own fate – perfect love
A soft kiss, a smile, a silly off balanced and falling hug ending in laughter captured
Shutter glory
A short photo story
Bearing my heart and soul passionately reaching through my lens
I bundled up as I finished and made amends
To my body frozen, but still ready to feel their joy in the end
Connection was contagious
I picked up my phone, dialed her number and hit send…
