Carousel

It was southern Alabama 1993 it seemed like only yesterday when I felt that hot and sticky summer air on my back and felt the grass between my toes. My mind began to wander to the sweet dream my life was, I had been laying in a green field listening to everything in almost perfect harmony form the birds to the breeze of the wind. Everything was perfect. I smiled to myself because I knew that there was no way this could be any better. My eyes fluttered open to look at Daniel who stood looking down into my eyes, smiling the same dopey grin I was. He leans a little closer to attempt at kissing me; he was in for another surprise. Before he could touch my lips, I turned my face away and slid out from underneath him, I stuck my tongue out and said, “Catch me if you can!” then took off running down the field. Laughing all the while, when he came running up and down the hills after me. He finally caught me by the old carousel, pinning me down on the ground while I giggled; he let my little giggles light the smile in his eyes and on his lips. He put his lips on mine; I let them sink into mine knowing that there could be nothing greater than what I felt at that moment. When he finally drew back he looked into my eyes their green-hazel pools reflecting my face with my red hair and freckles. He eagerly pulled me to my feet and said, “Come on!” running toward the carousel and suddenly picking me up and placing me on the top of an elegant white horse with beautiful blue ribbons and stood next to me while the carousel gave its last ride. This was love, the one thing now that was missing from my life, the innocence of that first kiss, to the wild adventures of dreams; the one thing I would give anything to feel again. No words ever had to be said because they already were, through our eyes; when he looked at me there was nothing more powerful, more full of love than anything I had seen in my life. I was twenty three now, and there stood the old carousel straight in front of me. Time had passed but the field seemed to have recognized my presence because the breeze grew calm and the grass looked greener, and that old carousel played a tune. One that I knew from that summer day, I began to hum the sweet melody until I saw a figure in the distance, tall broad shoulders, light brown hair, and the tan skin. The man’s red and blue flannel blowing in the wind with his gray shirt clinging to his body. It was a moment in a move soon enough there were those hazel eyes looking into mine, Daniel.