It has been a while since I have gotten my "Porch Addiction Fix".

In the old part of town there are a multitude of old Victorian houses built at the turn of the century. Many such as this one have been revived and are restored to their prior glory. This porch extends for two sides of the house. It faces an old brick tree lined street and has probably graced many late night conversations over the years.

Undoubtedly, some of those conversations began or ended with that first goodnight kiss after a night on the town. As a suitor, the young man must have been intimidated by the lavish gardens and well kept grounds as he tried to impress his girl...hoping for that one final expression of affection signaling a desire to see him again. Turning after the exchange...skipping down the steps trying to control his emotions...waiting until he rounded the corner at the end of the street where he could jump to the sky and kick his heels..."I'm gonna see her again".