He often walked this path, daydreaming, especially on days like this. Shadows, sun streaking inbetween the trees, beautiful to his eyes. His thoughts always turned to Laura, with anticipation of hair so lovely, blonde, with streaks of brown, just enough to highlight her wavy tresses. Images flooded his mind–playing with soft curls caressing her ivory skin. There wouldn’t be a more perfect picture.
As he continued further into the grove, trees with sturdy brown trunks reminded him of her deep brown eyes, tinted with gold sparkles when she smiled back at him.
A few steps and they would meet again.