Picture it

Picture it. Biloxi 2010. Music blasting from floor to ceiling speakers. The dark room filled with the bright flashing lights of the stage. Everyone is swaying in rhythm and singing at the top of their lungs. The lead singer controls the crowd with his raspy voice as he comes to the end of the verse as the fans quiet down anxiously waiting to assist with the chorus. It's a feel good time in Biloxi with the only person who matters at the moment. The dancing. The soft pecks on the cheek. They never seem to be enough. They all contribute to being at a great show. An experience if you would. And when she leans back to say something in my ear, time suddenly starts to move in slow motion as if it were a movie. Things start to drown out one by one. The crowd starts to blur. The music from the band fades into the distance. It's only me and her and then I hear her whisper, "I'm glad I met you." That one sentence in that one moment made time stand still.