Meeting–1985

"I like the way you smile," he said as she reached for the mustard bottle on the counter. "Thank you," she replied, a quizzical look-almost confused-on her pretty face. She silently glided away from the snack bar and headed toward the table. Music blared from the speakers and people chattered like lively birds in a … Continue reading Meeting–1985

Colors–1989

Grey--the color of the mist that surrounds us.   Blue--the piercing shade of your eyes.   Pink--the flush of excitement in my face.   Black--the sky above us.   Emerald--the grass beneath our feet.   Pale--the tone of your skin in the moonlight.   Brown--your hair as it touches my shoulder.   Gold--the gleam in … Continue reading Colors–1989