Weekend in New England

"Snow melts, rivers run high, flowers bloom... spring is the season when New England springs back to life. It's also a time to picked up the rubbish and leftovers when the naturists go back to their own world."

I asked myself how can they be leaving so many discards when they are naturists. But my work is to clean up and I would. Once I am done, I would also don my clothes and be like one of them. But how was I know during that spring, my life would had change.

"Ahoy there!" I hear and I looked around, but no one is around. The last couple to leave were yesterday and the whole place is supposed to devoid of any more guests.

"Ahoy there! Look to the river." I did and there she was in her kayak going down river or so I thought.

"Place is closed. Come back next summer." I waved to her and then I realized that I am not wearing anything and she is clothed from head to toe. Naturally, I jumped to cover behind my garbage bag and hollered back to her. "We are closed. Come back next year."

But she had dock her kayak and walked up to me. Darned it, she is all clothed up and I am as natural as the cedar tree in full bloom.

"Hi, my name is Wendy. Is this Albert' Cove. Am I late for the season? I am so sorry, as I was up river and things got busy so I was held up. Could I just joined in for a day or two?"

Well, she did come late and the place is close but who did said the season is over. Its may be coming to spring but there is no reason to enjoy natural life in any season. Except maybe during winter.

"Okay, but I had to cautioned you. Most of the facilities are close but I have some food and drinks with me. You can share with me if you help me clean up the place. But first, you have to be like me. This is a natural park."

"Oh, okay, I am fine with that if you are fine with that..." She laughed at me and give me a poke on the ribs. I nodded and I went back to my chores. I don't know why but when I turned my back to pick up some cans I missed, I also missed a heartbeat in my heart.

She is beautiful.

I meant she is beautiful and I am admit she is.

Pardon me, am I repeating myself. Yes, I am. She is beautiful.

"You are picking up the cans or drooling to fill the contents." I am caught with my defenses down. I smiled and picked up the cans and more on the trail leading to her. I would spared you the mundane details but we spent a nice and quiet weekend before we decided to leave for the other world.

"Thank you for allowing me to stay. I enjoyed our company. I am going back to NY."

I told her I am from NY and we can meet sometime back in the city.

Two weels later, I bumped into her in NY. I offered her dinner and we had dinner. Then I walked her to her apartment.

"You want to come up for a drink?" I thought I be damned if I refuse but I did.

"Not today. Maybe another time." I pulled myself away from her door but she grabbed hold of my hand and said.

"There are some part of me you have not seen. You sure you don't want to drop in."

I looked at her and remembered that I seen a lot of her during our stay in New England. Maybe not all but some of the other stuff I have not.

"Ok." That night we stood by on the balcony at her apartment while Barry Manilow sang these lines;

Time in new England
Took me away
To long rocky beaches
--and you, by the bay
We started a story
Whose end must now wait

And, tell me
When will our eyes meet
When can I touch you
When will this strong yearning end
And when will I hold you again
( Excerpts from Weekend in New England by Barry Manilow. )

"Are you feeling cold?" She nodded and I held her close to me in our natural state while enjoying the feeling of Spring.

"Like in New England?" She nodded again.