In the snow, peppered with ponderance,
I catch a glimpse of a boy.
Silently shuffling, inhaling the frosty air in motion.
I notice his raven black hair, salted with snow, embraced by a scarf settled warmly over his shoulders.
Such a small man.
Locked into himself to lock in warmth, unaware of my curious observations, he surprises me.
Why?
As he continues to shuffle in the cold, his eyes meet mine, and I'm unable to keep my gaze. I look away, but then I find myself back.
Back in my previous position, curiously gazing at a snow-ridden boy.
Poisoned by this intrigue, I find it painful. But even so, I continue.
His eyes meet mine again, but I'm frost-bitten, I cannot look away.
His eyes captivated me, unlike any I've seen before.
In awe, I've become a statue.
What a beautiful boy.
His gaze fails him, his tint changes ever so lightly, painted by the atmospheres around him.
He's challenged my gaze...again...
Why?
Silent, no longer shuffling, lost in the moment...
Where did the time go?
He smiles, modestly, bashfully, curiously...
My gaze fails me...
How unordinary...
The temperature confuses me.
He's not so small, gradually.
My heart starts dancing frantically.
What's happening...
I challenge him, and he accepts it willingly.
Hi.
Hello.
...
Who would have known?
In a moment, that's where it'd go.
Slowly but surely, something unexpected is being brewed.
Truly Unordinary.
An experience for me that's new.