Snap Shot Writing "Happy Memories"

I was safe, I was loved, and I felt at peace. I could feel the splintered wood of the old fence faintly pressing into my back through the soft fabric of my polo shirt. The concrete I sat on gifted me with a slight sense of warmth as the sun had shone brightly on it for many hours. Remnants of colored chalk had created a dust-like layer on my palm and in-between my fingers.

The boy with the light wavy brown hair and a calm kind-hearted disposition rested his head on my leg in a moment of vulnerability and quiet reflection. I watched his hazel eyes open and close in a trance. The eyes filled with a galaxy of yellows, greens, honey browns, and blues; the eyes that were made to look like a fire of color from the center. The eyes that at once showed a soft painful sadness and a blissful love-filled grace. I was careful not to bring him from his perfect state as I ran my dusted fingers through his soft hair that shone with hues of red and gold in the sunlight. He shut his eyes as I felt a brief surge of heat flow into my chest. The warming, the glowing, the happiness in my heart shocked me. My thoughts were rattled with the unfamiliar love and contentment I felt. He showed no signs of sensing the swelling and the flying of my heart through the careful touch of my fingers. I wondered how a being other than I could experience the same loving tenderness amongst the heat and sorrow of the day. It was odd that he had chosen to disclose his need for solace to an intense presence like myself. My usual worries subsided; I found myself unaware of the chitchat pouring from the lips of the others around us and their gazes traveling from their own chalk drawings to the distant world he and I seemed to be in.