The sound of the gentle clinking of crystal glasses tapping together in an unspoken exhuberant toast generated by symbiotic hearts; the magical sight of tiny sparkles of light refractions from a candle's flame dancing merrily about, like a firework's glowing embers blowing in a gust of August wind; the warm amber glow that masked the flush on my cheeks yet a disguise that was betrayed by my eyes and smile revealing my secret inner feelings; a scene which plays in my mind like a treasured memory. But, in reality a fabricated fantasy from a vivid imagination.
Awesome Dee, I fear I may be falling for you!
ReplyDeleteYour sophisticated country boy!