She arose from the brown, leather and a light winters breeze blew gently against her skirt. Most people ignored her beauty, however, for me it was hard to not. With black hair of wool and her head held high, she waltzed on with an effortless saunter. Her eyes scanned around the room with determination for search of someone of her interest when her eyes met mine she smiled and through that beautiful smile I saw our future. Worried, I would lose her, I approached her and the rest is history.
By Camera Christopher.