A Winter Night's Dream
It was 11 pm and -3 degrees. A freezing December wind slapped our faces as we exited the massive Edwardian doors of the London Coliseum after watching a splendid opera. Amamoh seemed bothered by the cold. He wanted to go home. It was not only cold but quite late for a dark and dreary December night. I was still under the magical spell of Mozart’s mesmerizing opera. Cold winter nights are calm, magical, and incredibly romantic. I wanted to walk along the Thames on Embankment, delight in a stroll by the riverside. Amomah gently wrapped his arm around my waist as we began our trek. My pulse accelerated. It was a frigid, windy night. I shivered with cold. Amamoh touched my cheeks softly with his fingers. “Told you to wear a scarf,” he said. He took off his woolen scarf and wrapped it around my neck, covering my ears before they went numb with frostbite. “Silly girl,” he whispered, as if to himself. I wanted him to buy me an ice lolly. He thought I was out of my mind. I insisted....