He touched in her that place of innocence, the core of her being that was forever hopeful, a source of immutable joy. His smile fuelled in her the giddy joy of fireworks , that spark that made the ordinary extraordinary. His voice ran down her spine like the rain in spring, bringing her to life with all the exquisite burgeoning of the garden.
She reminded him of summer, when flowers bloomed, fields were ripe to bursting and the sky was an indescribable shade of blue. Her voice fell on his ears like musical notes and his fingers could barely capture the lyric that illuminated his thoughts. Laughter spilled from her lips and kissed his soul in a timbre tuned only to him.
Together they created a new season. The season of they. Endless. Glorious. Never to be matched by the mere turn of the earth on its axis…
4 April 2015