Looking Up

looking up

Perhaps the sky was exceptionally blue on that particular morning, reflecting the color of your eyes, or the sun was shining through the trees at just the right angle, illuminating your face–not sure what you were looking at or thinking about–but there you were, framed perfectly between those tall oaks, and you hadn’t changed a bit since the first day I met you.

© 2016 magicofwords

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