Ice melting

This afternoon: a pond along the route I drive between Toronto and Guelph, at Victoria Road and Maltby Road, Puslinch Township


I'm still high from last night.

This afternoon I ate brunch on the sunny patio at Village Rainbow. Along the drive home, streams sparkled through the ditches. I stopped to photograph. The air was full of remote music, an awakening of silvan spirits.

The past few days I have whined to friends about complicated sexual inhibitions I've felt lately. I missed my old sense of adventure.

Last night shattered some barriers.

I hooked up with a friend I have admired for years. I met his partner, who turned out to be equally hot. People started buying me beer early in the evening, and I had more than I would normally choose, but drank lots of water, too, and have no regrets about the night. I was in safe and respectful company.

The couple invited me to a house party, but I stayed after their other guests left. Threesomes rarely work unless the chemistry works equally between all players, but good fits like this one are among my favourite fantasies.

Without the beer, I probably would have declined the invitation. I'm glad I went, but would prefer to achieve that sense of freedom without relying so much on alcohol.

What's the secret sun that melts the ice?