*Simple, spicy and a little playful. Ginger, Lavender and sweet orange make a fine romance – they can hold their own but the come together and blend into a curious smelling conversation that will have everyone wanting to know your name.*
“What are you looking at?” He asked the woman staring intently at the sky, as he sat down next to her on the park bench.
“The clouds.” She said, studying the nimbus clouds roll into one another. She didn’t even bother to look at him.
“I am looking for shapes. There are so many things you can see. Look. I can see a horse.” The delight in her voice hinted at her childhood, as she pointed to a bulbous cloud formation.
He looked skyward for a moment and then back at her, watching her study the clouds. The afternoon sun fell upon her like a layer of fine silk and her hair shone in a sheer veil of light. The sticky scent of orange popsicles sped by on little bicycles, while the afternoon breeze occasionally picked up the smell of a rustled lavender shrub.
People walked by, dogs chased sticks and tennis balls, couples held hands or take-out coffee cups, teenagers talked over each other and laughed dramatically about trivial things and an old lady fed the birds by the oak tree and picked up the trash around them.
But, he was suddenly only interested by the woman bathed in sunlight, making shapes out of the clouds whose name he hadn’t yet asked for who was so willing to engage in conversation. She was beautiful, he thought, and he realized that that was the only thing he cared to know in that moment.
“It looks like a nose,” he rebutted.
“What?” She said, turning to look at him, puzzled.
“The horse. I think it looks like a nose.” He smiled right at her and she looked back up to the sky and her mouth seemed to widen in slow motion as her entire face lit up. “A nose shaped horse” she said, playfully.
He traced her features with his gaze while she stared up at the churning sky and, in the that moment, he wanted to recite poetry to her. He wanted to lean in further and whisper his own poetry and say things like the silent way the sun holds the light to let you shine…..
But that was the only line that came to him, just that line over and over again. He wanted a whole poem to recite to her, but there was just her face and the sunlight and the horse shaped clouds that looked like a nose and this woman he had just met whose name he didn’t know, and there were no other lines in his poem. Then he felt that that was just poetry enough. His own, quiet poem.
So he remained silent and turned back to look at the sky watching the clouds charging onward, turning themselves into shapes and memories and nostalgia.
*Simple, spicy and a little playful. Ginger, Lavender and sweet orange make a fine romance – they can hold their own but they come together and blend into a curious smelling conversation that will have everyone wanting to know your name.*
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