Friday, September 2, 2011
Adoration contentedly peers outward from a corner. Adoration eats hard-boiled eggs for breakfast, tenderly peeling and discarding the shell, rinsing the egg free of debris before gently taking the first anticipated bite. Adoration reaches out slowly without expectation of touch. Adoration smiles warmly at wide eyes. Adoration rides his bicycle carefree through quiet neighborhood streets, widely swerving from side to side, sometimes raising hands overhead feeling the breeze rush through her fingers. Adoration is an ice cream cone on a warm afternoon when she softly drips down the hand of her beholder.