Eisenhower
The dust trailed behind us in the fading sun. Between the sound of her soft laughter and
the autumn birds I could not think of any other place I’d rather be. It felt like we had been here before, two old
friends or lovers, easily allowing our inner truths to spill from our
mouths. It was comfortable and that
could be good, unnerving, or maybe even both. I found myself staring at her a
little too intently as I swallowed each word that passed her lips. The way her
burgundy brown hair danced when the occasional breeze caught it was
entrancing. Why had she so easily made
me a puppy dog I thought to myself as I trailed behind her.
I was no fool. I had
been here before and I knew it meant nothing at least not at this point of our
hello. And still, I did not mind being
lost in the moment. The crunch of gravel
underfoot seemed a bit louder which indicated a more challenging part of the
trail. We rounded a bend and there
before us was a steep climb. Now I had
an excuse for my heart racing a bit more than normal.
She began the climb and paused a moment to look back at
me. Maybe it was to catch me staring at
her or maybe it was just to see that I was still in tow. It really didn’t matter, because I was
afforded a wonderful view of her backlit between the green and orange foliage,
staring down at me with a perfect white smile.
I guess I had never truly seen her this beautiful before. I mean I knew
she could make a heart skip but here, in this very moment she was a Hollywood fairy
tale come to life and we had just merely begun our hike. The one thing I was certain of was I already
wanted to see her again.
RL
11 September 2019
