He seemed made from the earth. He was most at home when he was outside, that was clear enough. Never tired (at least not from any kind of exercise), an amazing amount of knowledge when it came to the animals that wandered this refuge, and always, always so beautiful. Not that he or anyone else knew it. Sometimes I wondered if there was something wrong with me, the way I was so aware of him all the time. It was like I had Kenan-radar.
I bet your eyes just went all deer-in-the-headlights. But I couldn't help it.
There wasn't anything particularly special about him, I suppose. He was only average height, on the lean side (that probably came from boot camp and his love of hiking), certainly one of the only redheads I'd ever been attracted to. Sitting next to him all summer was like sitting next to some kind of live wire - I felt like I was getting shocked the whole time, a current of electricity sparking my imagination to pour out possibilities, plots, scenes, emotions... it made you feel