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My breath stilled, as though seized by a moment, a moment without time and where space faded to lethe. All manner of undertaking was thrown to ruin, and my body escaped me as I floated to the places where heaven stirred within, delivered by the light of her eyes. And I could see only one, just she who warranted my whole life’s reason, who presided over those dreams of mine by a presence of resounding order. She made me never so much want to believe in the ways of the Goddess, if for no other reason than to see this angel home and know that she came of a life lived forever through me.
Seized by a moment of disbelief that a mind’s mere creation could not handle a hope to meet, I asked myself how she could be real. She looked the same.
“Child!” I heard a voice exclaim. I was torn away from the vision and pulled back down to earth. It was an end to the enchantment we held on to, along with any hope of trusting that momentary lapse of reason I suffered at the hands of a celestial enterprise, the delusions of a lust-stricken fool.
“Mona!” the girl cried out. I watched her as she broke into a run, appearing as a swan in flight, her wings spread wide. Mona threw her arms out to receive her with warm embrace. I longed for nothing more than to be a part of it.
Mona gently expelled the girl and met her gaze , holding her tenderly by the shoulders. “Summer, dear, so good to see you. Allow me to wish you Happy Birthday!”
So this was Summer, and it was her birthday. The name fit, clearly enough. Her clement disposition reminded me of sun-soaked afternoons, where the gentil flux of a balmy breeze blew in off the waterways, bringing with it a sense of unsullied refreshment that carried forward over the physique.
“Thank you,” Summer said timidly. She blushed, her eyes meeting no one.
Mona smiled kindly in return. “Summer, I have someone special here that I’d like you to meet.” Mona ushered Summer to look my way, guiding her with a well-positioned hand on her shoulder.
Summer flicked a glance my way, and I immediately felt another sudden rush of intoxication take me. My chest pounded and my stomach churned as my palms grew sweaty. A mess of crisscrossed emotions raced through me and I could no more tell up from down. It was wonderful, yet at the same time it scared the living Sheol out of me. Not ever before had something caused in me an effect quite so strong as this, yet never had I before known beauty as she so readily possessed. And perhaps before that night I knew not what beauty was. Ethereal comeliness in its truest, most natural form, unscathed by taint of any kind. Her face, although having turned another seven shades of red since following our addressed greeting, was an impeccant pageantry of allure. A complexion of vitality complemented the freckles of her already faultless visage. From the finely streamed guise of her brow to the gently peaked prominence of her nose and her tiny dimples found by both cheek and chin, Summer fell under one harmonious act of equipoise and seemed as if at a level beyond symmetry.
Her grey-blue eyes fluttered between the floor and me. A shy smile found its way onto the subtle continence of textbook lips. As succumbing to that of a skittish shake, a few wisps of her silken textured titian hair fell in front her face. She wore a baggy shirt smeared with dried paint (something I knew and so took great interest in) and loose-fitted jeans with rips at the knees. I could imagine that underneath that bulky exterior there was a hard and able-bodied frame waiting to be let out. She was sublime.
“Summer, this is Ambrosia, the boy I told you about, who I went to pick up.”
If ever a higher potency of blush were attainable, Summer had just exceeded it. She said nothing but continued to make contact with me through a flicker of her eye, mesmerizing me.
“Well, go on, child, don’t be shy now. Say something,” Mona urged her on.
“I … happy to meet you,” she whispered.
I looked back at her in awe, taken in by her voice’s soft brilliance that beckoned me. Spellbound in silence, I stood and gazed upon the beauty that had me undone, and for all the things I longed to say, could think of not a word, clever or otherwise at which I might address the fair creature. My mind had gone a complete blank. Panicking, I did the only thing I could think of doing and repeated back verbatim the exact phrase that she had dispelled upon me. “Happy to meet you.” What else could I say? She had me in a daze.
Then suddenly it came to me. “Oh! And Happy Birthday.”
“Thank you,” was all she said as her lips turned up a shy smile.
“Pleasure’s all mine.”