Silverfish

To Love Him

He sparked curiosity in her like some kind of wonderful summer bloom.

A beautiful red and yellow, silently swaying back and forth across the hilltops. The sun catching each form and creating a halo that held the horizon in a mesmerizing glow.

Only in the summers of course will you find this sea of romance and derogation–the one that serves as a confiding memory–beyond everything else. 

It's so easy to fall into that perpetual field, too.

At first she sinks down slowly into the earth until eventually, all at once, the colors consume her. She then becomes a part of that feeling, taking it back with her as the sun begins to set and she returns home.

And when she finds herself alone, staring and doubting herself and everything about her, she remembers that field.

Then the light is reignited, and she is transported back to the yellow and red. Everything else seems to sink down along with her, and she finds that wonderful descend into him again.