The grass is warm and soft. The breeze eases its way through the trees the way it only can in early summer. The leaves are clapping all around us. I’m laying there staring up at the sky. My right hand behind my head, my left on my chest. She’s laying next to me on her stomach, leaning on her elbows, her legs bent at the knee, feet crossed. She’s swaying them back and forth slowly. I sit up, resting on my elbows and look at her.
It’s the way the sun holds her. Frames her. Shines through her hair giving her a golden halo. She’s beautiful. She looks over at me and makes eye contact. In that instance the only thing that exists is her. Like being hit by lightning.
“What?” she asks.
“Nothing.” I mumble.
How could I even begin to explain that moment without ruining it. But I never take my eyes off of her’s, I want it to last forever.
“You’re weird.” she says smiling and looks away.