| p>It was another sunny day in Pittsburgh and I | | | | save. He was wearing sunglasses and possessed |
| saw the most splendid image, a fireman riding on | | | | absolute focus on the road. His face had such |
| his truck. His uniform was half on and half off. He | | | | absolute determination that I believed that he |
| was wearing a t-shirt that showed off his muscles | | | | could not be stopped. |
| and fire resistant pants. He was on his way to | | | | Although I knew that he had a more important |
| douse a fire, but he ignited one in me... | | | | purpose, I couldn't help but wish that he was |
| When I saw him I was standing on the corner | | | | coming to rescue me from that lonely corner to |
| waiting to cross street. I have never been so | | | | whisk me off to some private romantic place. At |
| happy to see a "do not walk" sign in my life! As I | | | | some point my actual vision turned from real to |
| waited to cross the street, I heard the siren, I | | | | fantasy-full of all kinds of thoughts! My fantasy |
| saw the lights flashing, and felt the sidewalk | | | | was short lived though. I knew that he was gone |
| tremble. And then for the first time in a long time, | | | | when the sidewalk stopped trembling. |
| I looked inside the truck. That's when I saw him. | | | | Then, the light changed and I was thrust back into |
| Inside the truck were at least four men, but the | | | | the real world. Hopefully, he was able to put out |
| driver captured my attention. He was tall, dark, | | | | that fire. However, methinks that his image will |
| and had the strongest looking arms I had seen in | | | | continue to fuel mine for quite a while... |
| real life. He was on a mission to protect and to | | | | |