Sea Lion Shores creation

his face grew hot when he stole a glance.

she twirled. now he was captivated and unable to look away. he could not deny the way God had blessed her with such beauty. yet it pained him as much as it awed him.

she was blush and cream, long legs akin to willows he had once walked. his eyes too pale for him to tell their given color from here. but did it matter? he already had stared at her too long, with no words escaping him.

somehow the cold air felt more like spring than fall in that moment.