Quietness

She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Her hair loose, falling on the side of her ear, waving above the shoulder. Her eyes tender chocolate brown sparkled by faint sprinkles of green. Legs crossed beneath her body, while she was sitting in the large chair in the front of the house reading some book. In the dime light of the early morning, she was the most beautiful sight he ever remembered seeing.

James stood still for an hour on the front porch of the old house. His feet wouldn’t move if he wanted them to. The coffee on his right hand untouched by his lips grew cooler as the steam raising up from the cup progressively vanished in the cold breeze blowing from Cadilac Mountain.

He followed the girl’s every move with his eyes, the way she scratched her noose and then composed her hair behind the ear. 'How cuter could it get?', James found himself thinking. As if listening to his thought, the girl slowly raised her eyes from the book on her lap back at James. He didn’t move or gazed away. For a moment in time, they were the only souls alive under the dawning skies.