Gazing across the lake,
desperately craving a distraction.
The humidity sticks to me like glue,
fanning myself is useless.
The willow tree does its best to shield me
with its long leafy arms.
Trying to make eye contact,
praying he looks my way.
The wind finally picks up and
my hat dances in the breeze.
Dashing towards the edge,
I’m too late,
for my hat is taking a swim.
“Evelyn.”
Spinning round to see Harry racing towards me.
He slows at the edge,
rips his jacket off,
and jumps.
Minutes later he reemerges with a soggy hat in tow.
“I believe this belongs to you,”
a grin appearing.
“Why thank you, kind sir,”
I gently reply with a curtsy.
Taking a lovely stroll,
he guides me to a bench
while he pursues sweet refreshments.
Spilling secrets
and laughing over lemonade.
Hours have quickly passed,
soon people will buzz like bees
with sticky gossip.
Our hands find each other
as we race through the park.
With everyone in sight,
Harry gently pulls me aside,
“This day has been enchanting.
Perhaps, we shall see each other soon,” he hopes.
With a gentle kiss on the hand
and one last stare,
he was gone with the wind.