The morning after the night before – I stroll along that local fair taking in this pristine air.
Meandering my form against the crowds – but before I continue, believe me when I say I never intended to notice – my idle eyes roll from a blank to a skip.
As a brush of pink runs over my face an oddity occurred – the spin of the Earth decelerated, the faceless entity of the masses besides me suddenly came to a halt, and the world turned gray, all colors delving into you.
There I stood before you. As the brilliance of the world faded, I let out a soft exhale into the autumn air.
Then as if the stars aligned, in the moment of that exhale came a gust that made its way directly to you, removing those shy bangs from those cloudy eyes.
You find me half hidden from view; the black pits of our eyes connect. Then with a flash went back.
A shy awkward second glance expertly traces your backside as your physique diminishes in the distance.