'wheel' love

the other day i caught a whiff of love. it sprang from the embrace of a man in his wheelchair, clutching his girlfriend who rode in his lap. they sped down the road unaware of the stares only of the acceptance of the other. i watched in wonder, jealousy, conscious only of my OWN handicaps. my own inability to accept. to love.

love. a white smudge on a grey canvas. a dove bearing peace against a stormy sky. a man in a wheelchair holding on to the woman of his dreams. an elusive concept slowly solidifying before me.