Love From Afar

Part 3- Grandmother

Today is Tuesday. Tuesday is when the girl visits her grandmother. She's so thoughtful, how she goes every week after school lets out to visit her grandmother. They seem to have so much fun together. The grandma tells stories, and the girl laughs and tosses her golden hair back, the strands catching the light and setting on fire, for a brief second. Her hair has so many layers. It's light on the top and dark on the bottom, but golden throughout. When the light shines across it, it seems to have streaks of caramel that imbue it with even more beauty. At just the right angle, the sun sets her hair on fire. The fire is exquisite, a wonderful mix of red and gold. And in the twilight of dawn and dusk, the hair shimmers with an ethereal quality. Her hair is always changing, like a river of liquid gold, flowing down over her shoulders, into the small of her back. I could describe it for hours. But now the girl is leaving. Her careful gait as she walks out of her grandma's house is breathtaking. It is casual and relaxed, but reserved at the same time. Her back is perfectly straight. Even at her most relaxed, she is still aware and intelligent and real. Watching people walk can tell you so much about their character. I learned that from the people I watched before the girl. Those people don't matter anymore though. Only the girl does. I wish she would notice me, but then she might treat me like how the others do. But she must be different. She must!