07.25.06
[prologue]
All around, the daily hustle and bustle of late afternoon fades as the day comes to an inevitable end. Soft blues, languid purples, fuzzy yellows and fluid oranges blend overhead, several thin clouds catching the hues. Shadows are cast, long and cool, as the light of the afternoon hides behind the many buildings. Nestled in their midst is a small canal, tiny ripples and waves lapping at the walkways on either side. The fragmented reflection catches the brilliant canopy of color above, broken only by the shadow of a bridge above.
Its paint, layered on many times over the years, peel to reveal its original wood. Old yet steady, it arches just tall enough for a person to pass under if they were standing on a boat. However, it is on this particular bridge that a silhouette stands, gazing into the descending darkness.
His profile is tall in stature, like that of a young man who has lived contently as he blossoms in to life. A somewhat short head of curly hair, dark and unruly, tapers to a strong, slender neck. His features are outlined like those of a handsome aristocrat's. Thin, graceful fingers grasp the edge of the railing as he peers down the length of the canal, the dancing lights reflecting on his face. They are especially bright in his dark eyes, capturing the inspiration around him.
A slight ripple beneath disturbs the regular silence. A moment later, a gondola glides from under his feet, two people sitting in the wooden boat. One is the gondolier, a long oar grasped between his strong hands as he bends his back. The other is the passenger; a startlingly beautiful young woman.
Her auburn hair, tinted golden by the last rays of the sun, is tied in a sleek knot at the nape of her neck. A delicate pale green scarf is tied around her neck, the ends whispering in the wind. Her straight back and curved hips are accented by the cream colored blouse she wears. A small satchel is at her side, covered lightly by her hand.
As if she can sense his eyes watching her, she turns back. For both of them, time pauses briefly as warm brown meets shimmering hazel.
A moment later, the gondola glides again. Her lips turn up in a beautiful smile before she turns and disappears into the sunset, a mere silhouette among many.
[Author's Notes]
I've decided to write up a small drabble everyday as a small story in this journal. it's just a little fluff, whatever. It'll keep going for as long as I can keep it up. I hope you all like it!
Snow
SnowPheonix · Tue Jul 25, 2006 @ 08:41pm · 3 Comments |