“Will you tell me about her?”, the boy asks with excitement, “The ‘Graceful One’.”

The man chuckles softly, taking a bite out of his apple and placing it on the table before lifting the boy into his lap. 

“Fine. But after this one we’re going to bed.”

The boy smiles and nods in enthusiasm.

The man shakes his head and chuckles once more. 

“I know not who she is or what she’s like behind those piercing eyes,” the man says, “I know only that even merest glimpse of her, from the corner of my eyes, is enough to leave the thought of her imprinted across my thoughts for days.

“Like an idea, I am unable to rid myself of it. She was like a flame and my attention dry wood.”

Like an enigma, she circles my spirit. As if she were awaiting her mystery to drive my curiosity wild.

Like an angel; ever elusive and always just out of sight.

It was as if our lives were two lines that stretched deep along the tunnels of fate.

Intersecting every so often, but never to intertwine.”

The man’s eyes sparkled as his mind drew from his memory the unforgettable silhouette of the mystery woman.

He looked over at the boy, whose eyes showed wonder and curiosity as his imagination took hold of him.

The man smiles.

“Forged from steel and fury, her name echoed of a peaceful radiant light,” the man carries on, slowly closing his eyes.

“Her light was so enticing, in it you felt as if silence was nothing more than an uninvited guest in a room full of laughter.

Her light was so inspiring, in it you felt as if there was purpose to greet the day and reason to bid the night farewell.

Her light… was almost blinding…” the man whispered softly, opening his eyes and casting his gaze through the window beside him and deep into the setting horizon.

“Like the sun, her coming brought with it the warm promise of a new beginning.” the man continues, his tone quivering with emotion.

The boy thought this emotion in the man’s voice to be sadness, but soon realized it was more akin to envy instead.

“Like the sun, her going took with it an orange horizon whose beauty was…”

The man drifted off as his eyes grew distant, a smile creeping across his face. 

“… truly stunning.” The man finishes.

The boy bursts with excitement as he exclaims, 

“I can’t wait to meet her!”

The man, chuckling, gently pokes the boy on his nose before resting his hand on the boy’s head.

“In time,” the man says, “In time.”