A Beautiful Night

That is a beautiful night. Each time I recall it, my face would radiate a smile of happiness and content. That is the night when I first met my husband. It is a blind date recommended by my best friend.
At evening, we were walking slowly on a path near the bank of a small river. There were some small boats paddling happily on the river, with indistinct chattering come from the people on the boats. We followed the soothing violin music to find a group of people enjoying a big dinner around a table near the bank. The grass land in contrast with the people having dinner creates the most beautiful picture I have ever seen. I hoped this picture would last for a good while and the relaxing and contented atmosphere just matched the rhythm of my mood. He is a writer who writes a lot. That night, I did realize that a writer not only writes a lot, but also talks a lot. His words went endless like the river flows constantly. I had kind of developed an instant preference to his talking. I really could not find a reason to ask him to stop talking even though I knew enough has been said. As we walked on, a small sign came closer and closer, which reads" Fashion bags on sale". Without a thought, I asked him to stop talking and then went straight to the small store.
On the wood shelves are all kinds of hand bags. The store style is definitely one which brings you back to ancient times. The light was burning on the kerosene, flickering with each past breeze. The store is small. But there were a lot of people just like me captured by its unique decoration and handbags full of exotic flavors. Even though they are fashion bags on sale, fashion in this specific store has been given a brand new meaning which either refers to the fashion in exotic islands or the one hundreds of years ago. Anyway, who cares about its genre only if I like it.
As I was immersed in the world of hand bags, I totally ignored the presence of my writer. As I turned around, looking for him, I found him also captured by the handbags as much as I was. With a handbag in his hands, he looked in my eyes and told me he wanted to send it to me. What is amazing is that the one in his hand was exactly my favorite type among all those handbags. There is one more thing I got to know about my writer. Apart from his excellence in both writing and speaking, he also has got a unique taste in choosing handbags.
As we stepped out the store, the people who were enjoying dinner near the river were all gone. I realized that tonight has entered the next stage called tranquility. As I carried his first gift to me, I also realized our relationship has entered the next stage called love.