Expectations

The moist droplets accumulating on the side of her glass raced each other towards her hand. A quiet song of birds rose from the tree behind her. There was a light breeze that brought a few strands of hair across her face - gently tickling her freckles. Her smile pinched her cheeks as she drew each gradual breath in. Time gave me permission to slow and cherish such subtle beauty. The beauty that finds complete balance. It would almost sound insulting to call her average, but that was what I liked about her. Life is unforgiving to those which hold such extremes such as perfection and ugliness. Things which are average will always be safe to expectations.

Reviews

[Mara]

Beautiful descriptions, really enjoyed reading this story :)!