Blue eyes, dark brown crazy hair.
Her beauty, breathtaking...
It was summer.
We drove through orchards of pear. Apple.
Driving, to where?
What mattered was that day,
this was the perfect day.
The sun burnt as it fell behind the hills,
Staining the clouds with vermillion.
We're walking along a small wooden fence. Hands brushing fruit as it hangs teasingly, biting into a crisp sweet apple.
We didn't talk,
we knew what was ahead.
More and more people began to show, all wandering towards the alluring sound. Anticipation filled the senses, it was paralyzing.
A cool breeze sparked, gently swooning the orchards. I reached up, gripping the skin of a slightly bruised pear, at that time I saw her over my shoulder.
Found this in an old notebook, it was part of a dream I had, summer 2010.