About ten or so years ago in St Paul. My future to be wife and I, who had been spending a lot of time together, realized that we had fallen in love. We happened to be together one day doing something I can't remember.
One of us suggested a walk in the park. We hopped in her van and drove to a park nearby us in East St Paul.
When we arrived there was a school bus and a sign reading something to the effect of "Hmong christian choir." The choir was gathered together under the parks permanent large gazebo area. I was a little disappointed by this as it was lightly raining and I was hoping we could find a little shelter under it and be alone at the same time. Instead we went for a walk around the paved path that led around the park. We stopped by a stream that ran through the park and watched fish swim about for a short while and then headed off to a more secluded spot.
When we were comfortably alone we stepped off the path into the trees and bushes and proceeded to embrace and exchange deep passionate kisses and "I love yous." We were still young, quite clearly in love, embracing each other alone among the trees in a park on a lightly rainy and lightly foggy day. It was cold enough to see your breath a little and it gave us a great excuse to embrace and keep each other warm. This was new love.
So imagine the situation. Young, in love, in a light rain, on a light foggy Grey day, alone in a park, embracing each other, kissing deeply and exchanging heart felt compliments and endearments.
And in the background a choir singing church songs.
It really was pretty.
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