Just to Clarify: The world was changing in a slow time lapse as the early morning mist floats of the lake, sunrise slowly etching up far on the horizon, showcasing shades of blues, and purple pink skies. The world was breathtaking, the natural normality of life as the squirrels chatter, birds singing, and wind whistling disturbing the leaves.
The simplistic serenity of the area is warming, and picturesque. The early spring morning is showing the true element before the busy streets of Austin erupts. Lady Bird Lake is so calming and the beautiful skyline of Austin helps give the former winter months of dull browns and tans to colours of pink, yellow and green in a matter of days.
Green was the color of the grass, gold was the color of the leaves. The colours so intoxicating, that you missed the beauty of nature during the winter months. To be able to smell that fresh, newborn green that gives our spirits a lift after a long, dreary winter is such a mood-booster.
Beaumont loves watching the change, he watched as the tree tops and ends showed the barest haze of actual green leaves. If he looked long enough he could catch some mixture of colours that rivals the autumn/winter showed. The reds, pinks and oranges slip through under some green leaves.
The surrounding area of green land that Beaumont lays down on his side, shows obvious signs of spring such as the vibrant yellow daffodils, forsythia, flowering quince and saucer magnolias. His journal lays on top of the lazily laid out blanket, a pen in his hand as he twirls it in between his fingers while staring off in the distance.
He's still captured on the skyline, his eyes always finding his way back to it. He doesn't understand how life could be so natural, and complex. It's to beautiful to be real. The skyline is the most prominent view of subtle signs that spring brought in such a powerful way by the pastel haze that gradually blooms across the forest and lake is no less breathtaking and enchanting.
His eyes soon drift over to his left, seeing two figures laying upon their own blanket amongst the green grass. The twirl of his pen stops in his palm, eyes zeroing in on the long golden locks of a woman he has taken a keen interest in. He always hoped when he was at his quiet place that he would meet somebody there.
Teal was the color of her dress, accompanied with a matching pair of designed teal butterflies pinned up in her hair. He was pulled into compulsion. Her laugh sounded so heavenly from we're he was sitting, that a unknown smile crept up to his lips at the blissful sound.
Her laughter was like a song, so infectious that it felt like the world stopped to bask in her joyous laugh. Her head thrown back, shaking her head at what the women said to her as her hand slips over her mouth to try hide the laugh. Beaumont tries to pull his gaze away from her but it's hard when he feels so pulled to this woman.
It felt like an magnetic pull towards her, the desire to drift towards her. To know her for who she is, he wants that but he's finding it hard to. He doesn't understand why when he so easily gets women's attention easily, but for her. He feels like for his first conversation and second sight on her. It needs to be perfect.
He feels somewhat impulsed in himself for being like this, he's never like this. He'll admit that he is cocky and confident in himself but when he tries to make his way towards her, he pulls away immediately. He hasn't even had a single word with the young girl and she's already bruised his poor ego.
He feels like an literal creep for lurking at her for the past few weeks since she's been here. He doesn't mean to but she's like a drug that he got so addictive to that he can't help but feel an intoxicating allurement towards her. She's already got this power over him and she doesn't even know him properly.
All Beaumont wants to know if the young girl ever thought about him, the way he is thinking of her. He shakes his head, blowing out a deflated sigh and picks up his pen, opening his journal once again and writes. He drones out of society, fading everything surrounding him, specifically her out of his mind.
If only he knew Evelyn turned her head slightly, staring across at the male, watching the morning sun reflect on his smooth freckled face. They had never spoken, much less made long enough eye contact, but there was something about him. Something that was impossible to ignore, and she never backs away from a challenge.
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Romansa"Promise me this is forever." She whispered softly. "I promise, my darling Evelyn."
