An Artists Love

Looking Back

It was a beautiful day in the Fall. Leaves fall from trees, the sweet melody birds chant and the harmony that embraces the air.

Today was a memorable day for an artist like me, because unlike any other days, this one was really peaceful and quiet. Any other artist would take advantage of this glorious, magnificent day.

I stared at leaves, at the trees, then at the bench.

Then at the woman alone, sitting comfortably at the other part of the bench.

She was a breath-taking sight.

Such a wonderful pleasure for an artist like me.

Her extra-ordinary calmness and innocence can make anyone look at her with awe and wonder.

She was beautiful.

She was a simple girl.

With that brown curly hair reaching past her shoulder,

beautiful hazel eyes inviting anyone to come near her and smile

even the animals

little but pointy nose

slightly pouty red lips

a heart-shaped face

and a beautiful body

she could be the best model of an artist

the perfect example of classic beauty

her eyes were different

seems like wanting anyone to like her

to love her

And i was one of those people who can't resist her charm..

From afar, i watched her as she fed the squirrel with an acorn

how a little child looked at her with admiration 

how butterflies roamed aroung her

and how the graceful sway of winds makes her hair look attractive.

I draw her from afar

It was beautiful

Like her..

Not noticing how i was engrossed in having her drawn

I didn't noticed a child came to me and said

"It's her right? She is the one you're sketching" her little voice sounds afraid at the same time curious.

I can't lie seeing the resemblance between my drawing and the beautiful lady.

"Her name is Mariette, she is really beautiful, isn;t she?" the girl asked me

"Yes, very much beautiful" i said nodding

The little girl ran to her direction and whispered something,

The lady smiled and looked at my direction.

Then she startes walking past by the Maple Trees.

My cheeks immediately turned red as she approached me.

"Uhm, Hi! Do you know whose child is this? I think she's lost." the lady told me, her voice is like the voice of an angel sent from the above.

"Ahh, I didn't know, uhm I am Nicholas.." I said offering my hand.

She took it then smiled," I am Mariette

When I took her hand i felt a strong hush of energy

"oh.." i said taking my hand

"Did you felt it?" she smiled

"Yes.." i answered, still confused, did she felt it too?

She smiled.

"Ahm, Nicholas, err can i see your sketch pad?" she asked

"Oh.. sure" i answered, not thinking the possibilities when she see what i draw and wrote.

She saw it her sketch, made beautiful by her angles her smiles, and the sensual sparkle reflected on those beautiful eyes.

"Oh..it's me" she smiled

and read the note

"A perfect example of a classic beauty. Hope she notice me."

Nicholas 

"oh... so you've been noticing me?" her eyes got bigger and her cheeks turning slightly pink.

"Uh.. yes... You're very beautiful you know" i said

She blushed.

The little girl pulled her cloth and asked for help so that she can go back to her mommy.

As we smiled and held each others hand.

A beautiful friendship had been created.