Routes

  The boy was perhaps fifteen or sixteen, dressed in simple khaki slacks and a plain white baggy shirt, a common attire among his peers.  He hurried from his seat to the sliding doors of the light rail car with a strawberry in hand that he had been nibbling on.  The boy took quick glances outside of the light rail’s dual windowed sliding doors as it slowly came to a halt at a designated stop. His face glowed at the sight of what I could only assume was his girlfriend as she stepped aboard.  The girl appeared to be same age as the boy, yet stood half a foot shorter.  She wore tight jeans and red shirt, an outfit that despite its simplicity was no doubt purchased in a popular expensive store.  She was pretty, and it was easy to see why she caused such a blush in the boy’s complexion.  She glanced down at the boy’s half eaten strawberry and had made a comment with a smile that I couldn’t catch due to the noise of the light rail now beginning to depart.  He finished the strawberry and they moved to a corner in the car of light rail.  He leaned toward her and they kissed as she wrapped her arms delicately around his neck.  I couldn’t help but imagine what strawberries must taste like in a kiss and reminisce on my own personal experiences of young love.  The girl had closed her eyes during the first kiss between them, but as the light rail carried on, and the boy moved in for more kisses, I took notice at how she started to meet his lips with open, almost pensive, eyes.  There were small gaps of time between the two young lovers where hardly anything was said or any physical connection was made.  However when he indulged himself to more lengthy kisses, she never closed her eyes.  I would have paid a large sum of money to have been able to read her mind or the invisible signs over his head that only she could observe with open distracted eyes.