i stopped to take him in : his short dark hair , set in thick , wavy locks around his face ; his pale skin , so youthful it was almost painful to look at , and then there was his eyes : the cobblestone path under me led the way in pale blues and creams to his feet , the grey bark of leafy green trees behind him creating a backdrop of nature 's pleasantries , all lit warmly by the golden rays of the midday sun , making the water in the fountain beside him sparkle-but none of it compared to the brilliant blue of his eyes , how they drew me into him without need for footsteps , leading us face to face , as if our eyes had locked but an inch away .