amelia

one.

The orange leaves that fell from the trees tangled with the rebellious auburn hair
of the young girl who daydreamed, her book in her hand. Such beautiful sentences floated in her mind, cradling her in a world where everything was perfect.

A delicious melody then reached the sky. Amelia's attention drifted a bit from her book, because after all, the musical notes were so beautiful that it was hard not to pay attention to them. And then, in a current of curiosity, the young girl stood up, intrigued by the source of this magnificent music.

At the foot of a majestic elm tree was an open suitcase, and besides it, a young man was peacefully playing his guitar. The melody stopped, and for a few seconds, the eyes of the 2 strangers met.

The man's icy blue eyes looked enigmatic, and for reasons that escaped her, a feeling of absolute trust in this mysterious stranger came to Amelia's mind.

For his part, the man was thinking. This stranger seemed to come to him from the skies. Following this reflection he wondered then, if he had ever seen a woman like her. A woman who, at her first sight, had not looked away.