Sunday, Late Afternoon
Peddling the bike at just the right rate in order to avoid the rises in the old coblestone road, I was watching more from my peripheral than what lay directly in front. Towards my left peripheral, there were well manicured lawns in front of settled in, elegant houses. Lawns that weren't too big or too small, but just the right size to hide easter eggs for your young children to gather once every spring. My right periphial offered a diamond-esque glimmer off the lake that happens when the sun has decided to call it a day. Halfway out in the lake, a boat with two or three very amused passengers looked back towards one very excited passenger of a wake board. Out of my sideglance, I didn't make out the legnth of rope between the two. For all I know, the wakeboarder was chasing after the bigger, faster vessel of friends.
I rounded the slight corner, breathed in the muddy smell that lets you know for sure that you are lakeside, and came up behind an older, relaxed man walking his older, relaxed dog. As I passed we both nodded. I even think his best friend gave me nod from three feet lower.
It was just after I passed that she came into vision. Up there on a porch, watching the lake, the sun, or the board game in front of her. It was hard to tell. Beauty, in my own personal dictionary, couldn't have been described clearer. Blonde hair warmed by the late afternoon light, framing a face and smile that need no light. It was the type of beauty not seen in hair or makeup commercials, but one deeper. A beauty you can feel and proabably don't see in real life every day.
How I was caught in the middle of a three second glance, made no difference once we exchanged smiles. An exchange which lasted maybe a little longer than a blink in person, I knew would last longer in my mind. I realized right there, that it's those blinks in time, those mirrored grins, those perfectly enveloped seconds that can make everything seem just fine.
I rounded the slight corner, breathed in the muddy smell that lets you know for sure that you are lakeside, and came up behind an older, relaxed man walking his older, relaxed dog. As I passed we both nodded. I even think his best friend gave me nod from three feet lower.
It was just after I passed that she came into vision. Up there on a porch, watching the lake, the sun, or the board game in front of her. It was hard to tell. Beauty, in my own personal dictionary, couldn't have been described clearer. Blonde hair warmed by the late afternoon light, framing a face and smile that need no light. It was the type of beauty not seen in hair or makeup commercials, but one deeper. A beauty you can feel and proabably don't see in real life every day.
How I was caught in the middle of a three second glance, made no difference once we exchanged smiles. An exchange which lasted maybe a little longer than a blink in person, I knew would last longer in my mind. I realized right there, that it's those blinks in time, those mirrored grins, those perfectly enveloped seconds that can make everything seem just fine.