Sweet, Sweet Morning Love

She was gentle, yet insistant. She touched me like I'd never been touched before. Oh lovely TSA worker, you didn't miss one spot. I, on the other hand, was sweating, shaking, and about to faint. I suspect that it was the Mets sweatshirt I was wearing that got me pulled off line and "patted down." In public.



The two lovebirds sitting across from me had matching custome made sneakers. His had "David" embroidered on them, but I couldn't see her name. Unless maybe her name is David and as homage to his love for her he got her name on his shoe? I'm not sue that this photo does justice to the blindingly bright colors. Too early in the morning for this....