[ wp ] Describe something beautiful . It could be an alien landscape , or a person you fell in love with . It could be a gift that arrived at the perfect time and brought you up out of depression . Hell it could even be a simple conversation .

Dreary days are my favorite. 
 
 
 
 It seems counter intuitive. Really, how could someone from a Caribbean island enjoy the loss of warmth? The leaves are turning yellow, some red and others still green. The wind bites through whatever clothing I wear. Grey clouds suck the color from the world. 
 
 
 
 I don ’ t mind. It ’ s nice to feel the occasional chill to the bone, watching the leaves scatter on the hill. There ’ s no fruit this year, unfortunately. No mottled purple plums, no sweet pears. Not even the sunset colored peaches. Only dead leaves and small apples. I don ’ t mind. I usually only ate the pears. 
 
 
 
 
 It was dreary the day I met her. Snowflakes and the occasional cracking wind wasn ’ t truly all that different from other winter days. I wasn ’ t able to sleep the night before, stomach bubbling because being nervous is still a concept I was still familiar with. I think I spent most of my day before completely at a loss. I ’ m not girly, but I ’ ll dress up when the occasion calls for it, and it seemed like one of those times. I went through four or five outfits, thinking, “ Oh, what if she doesn ’ t like me in this? ” I wasn ’ t sure why it mattered, but it did. I was over-thinking. We weren ’ t together, not at that point. 
 
 
 
 She mentioned bringing me a gift, which in turn caused yet another crisis. I didn ’ t have anything for her! I walked around the block two times, tugging on a checked scarf, snowflakes landing in my mane of hair. I kept it down due to the chill of the air, but it was tame for once. ‘ Tap tap ’. My boots seemed louder than usual. I returned home, and sat down to blog. I stood again, waiting outside for about fifteen minutes, watching the cars passing by. Time seemed slower. Back and forth, indoors, outdoors. And then right as I was about to leave the house for the third time, I saw a flash of copper red hair through the peephole. The butterflies subsided for a moment, and then came back tenfold. 
 
 
 
 
 Opening the door immediately, I just looked. She was lovely, and small. I was, for once, taller. Her glasses were a pale green. I only noticed them after seeing chocolate brown eyes. I didn ’ t feel worried anymore. I was happy. Then, of course, her parents came in as well, having assured us both they wanted what was best for this meeting. They brought me brownies, which I set aside on the kitchen table. My heart was pounding a million miles a minute. They asked me questions, and I stuttered through my answers. Unable to speak properly, likely turning red more than a few times. 
 
 
 
 Words didn ’ t come easy. And then shortly they left us alone, and I couldn ’ t have been more pleased. Her voice sounded like a bell. Clear, lovely and light. Sitting down in the kitchen seemed easier, neutral territory with all the food and the pets in their tank. Suddenly I was speaking fast and talkative, or I tried to be. I wanted her to like me! See me as a real person and not an anonymous face behind a chat screen. How does one fall in love so quickly? I ’ m sure I trembled. It was only an hour alone, feeling like minutes. Time is relatively quick when one is enjoying themselves. I wanted to kiss her, badly, and I almost did when the doorbell rang. And as suddenly as she appeared, she was gone. 
 
 
 
 The only proof of her being here with me a stuffed tiger, a tray of brownies and a single photograph. I couldn ’ t ask for anything more.
