so many thoughts were racing through his mind when his eyes met hers. green. jewels. she was sitting underneath a tree, the leaves a pretty golden color. in her soft hands was a single red leaf. she twirled it ‘round. it was the red of her cheeks.
she wore a white cotton dress and brown hat; her hair thick and messy. his burning cigarette still between his fingers, like in a trance, he approached her cross-legged figure, the yellow above her like a halo. he thought her an angel and his heart leapt.