Hushed Willows Gentle on My Mind

Her eyes were closed as she simply took in the moment, the sobering evening air filling her lungs and keeping her from feeling sleepy. The heat of summer was often the reason she'd nap in quiet afternoons, but the nights felt like the universe's natural state. They were cold enough to send a shiver down your spine, but warm enough to sit outside in a summer coat and take a dive in the lake.

But her heart skipped a beat and her eyes fluttered open in shock at the sound of a voice - the surprise making her unable to recognize at first. She twirled her body around to face whomever had been listening, and her cheeks flushed a deep apple red at the sight of the young man the song had been written for. Oh dear — you weren't supposed to hear that. She said, calm due to shock and embarrassment. She wasn't able to look him in the eyes then as they drifted off to anything but him.