Paul remembered his first kiss.
It was their fifth date.
He did not know they were dating.
He did not see the kiss coming.
It happened in the afternoon.
In the aspens on a familiar trail.
Paul noticed she behaved oddly that day.
On that walk to Williams Lake.
He expected a difficult story
that he was to listen to and not problem solve.
Then the wonder of the kiss under the aspen glow.
The first that became the first of many.
They held hands all the way back
walking on air to the trailhead.
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