The ground is a color close to black and it is wet. I should have brought a thicker blanket with me. The trees are surrounding us and the sky almost looks green. The sun is shining through the leaves. Some of them are already turning orange. He is reading a newspaper next to me. I am staring at the beautiful waves of his brown hair. The lake is very still and it is almost like a mirror…the reflections of the trees are almost more real than the trees themselves.
He lifts his head and looks at me. My arms are hugging my legs. It is a bit cold. He catches the pinkness of my cheeks. He makes me blush. The wind blows and the trees start moving their arms. I put my arm around him. My skin has yellow tones next to his pink tones. The inner part of his arm is the softest.
Post by Eylül Aslan, septemberlion.com