i underestimated her.

i remembered looking at her for the first time; her handsome features left me in reverent awe. how could God ever make someone so beautiful? apprehension brought about contemplation. staring straight into her heart, i wondered what she has installed for me. a rollar coaster ride? a life of great success? i wanted to know where the relationship was heading to. i opened my mouth to speak, to break the awkward silence, but she smiled and hushed me, " don't think... just relax. enjoy the scenery."

evening comes and the sky darkens. the street lights flicker on. she is tired, so am i. as she closes her eyes, i breath a sigh of relief. gone is the conscientious effort to please her; the day has ended. i stand up to leave but hesitate. rays of moonlight peek through her branches. the orange fired sun is still hazily visible in the distance. beautiful. i heave a breathe of admiration and stand up with conviction. God's creations are really beautiful. as i take my leave, i turn back one more time; much as i hate to admit it, macritchie oozes with romanticism at night.