"The next night was New Year's Eve, and I made a secret plan with Shara to meet her outside the back door on the stroke of midnight. "Let's take a walk," I suggested. "Sure. It's midnight, minus five degrees, and pitch black, but hey, let's walk." She paused. "But not up Loyal," she added, smiling. And so we walked together along a moonlit track. , I told myself. But plucking up the courage with a girl this special was harder than I had thought. Twenty yards became two hundred yards. Then two thousand. Forty-five minutes later, she suggested that maybe we should turn around and head back to the house. "Yes. Good idea." I replied. And so I did. A quick kiss on the lips, then a longer lingering one, and then I had to stop. It was sensory overload. , I thought, smiling from ear to ear. "Let's head back," I confirmed, still smiling. I am not sure Shara was quite as impressed by the effort-to-reward ratio--long cold walk to short, hot kiss--but as far as I was concerned the sky and clouds had parted, and nothing would ever be the same again."