Sand And Blue Skies

I look at her face as I say this. My beautiful Melissa. Irish-European. Coal-black-hair and baby blue eyes. And she is all mine. I wonder how she feels right about now, as we stand in the tall grassy fields of Oklahoma. The wind is breathing slowly down our necks, brushing our cheeks in a slow silent greeting of hello. The sun is about to set in the east, purple violet and pinkish orange clouds billow away with the wind. And here we stand just the two of us. In mutual silence. Sometimes I find it amazing how easy it is for us to be in each other’s company. No frantic kissing, nothing like that. We just sit there and hold hands. As long as we can.

As I look at her I see her in a whole different perspective. Around others she seems so aloof with who she is, untouchable. She seems to stay by herself. She seems to wait for the time that we spend together silently. I do to. And I cherish it with all my heart. I do.

Some topics in this essay:
French-Indian Native-American, Kevin Seans, Stanley Tromp, Bye Dorian”, Irish-European Coal-black-hair, Dory” Kevin, Timpson Brady, Oklahoma University, Ricky Left, Maybe California, mothers name, miss baby, day school, walked house, baby don’t, baby don’t miss, miss baby don’t, eyes closed, don’t miss,