#really likes

   FINGERTIP  ROUNDS  UPON  AN  IVY  LEAF   .   waxy gloss suddenly  ,  profoundly adored  ,  cradled then into the bough of fingers for closer observation  .  he’s taken aback by the unexpected affinity for what colour expresses itself in the chloroplast   ------   a vivacious  ,  flourishing green  ;  healthy  ,  assured  ,  promising   [   is he doing this right  ?  the assignment of tangible description to the things that appeal still a new  ,  bumbling concept   ]   .   certainly it is colour perfection for heady summer grass  ,  however  ,  or soft moss nestled within the grooves of a tree’s bark  .  so many possibilities  .

   glance is stolen to companion  ,  then  ,  the hope to catch eyes even from distance across the path subtle  ,  though earnest  ;  acknowledged  .  late afternoon sunlight filters through tattering autumn branches  ,  casting golds and pinks and blues a watercolor smattering across roguish features  ,  shadows dancing in the glare of the sun  .  connor takes a photograph  ---  a mere blink of the eye  ---  deciding that he looks rather handsome  ,  like this  .