There's a bridge, over a small still creek but a soft cool breeze playing with the leaves under the willow tree. In the back of the willow tree, the wind chimes are barely visible but swaying too in the wind while he sways his leg from under a board of the wall of the bridge. He meets the girl of his dreams again soon; why is it that all he can think about now is her as he sits in the same spot he sat for years.

This is his family's old property, he knows every stick and stone, every organism that comes and goes. In the far right corner of his back yard, he inherited a wall of lemon grass and cherry blossom trees; what can you say, his mom was a devout gardener. Just a few feet past an old soccer ball he left there when he was fifteen, there's a small path. Right now its overgrown a little with extra lemon grass, but go straight from there and you'll see one big oak tree at the end, followed by several more oaks signifying the start of the forest at the left end of the sanitary. Turn right after the significant oak tree and there's three beautiful cherry blossoms shedding petals: its fall, however there's still a significant amount of petals on the tree. Turn left from the cherry blossoms and a hundred feet ahead, fifty after the wall of lemon grass ends, there's that bridge, then on there other side, an island with the oak tree.

To the left, he can't see it right now, but he remembers years ago, he and her were friends doing homework in high school and she was sitting on the aged wooden fence boarding off the forest. The board broke, and he still doesn't have any intentions of fixing it: why fix it when there's perfectly good memories there to look back on.

One of his feet swings back thoughtfully, toward the bridge, the other, adversely flicking the water, splashing some in his face, then falling back drawing a trail in its wake. He can't get her out of his mind, her facade keeps turning over in his head. It's early fall, early September in small town Maryland. With every splash he reminisces of every moment he had with her, he looks back at the time he spent with her at the game nights, the movies, the high school football games, and the fairs, more specifically the one she went to with him yesterday.

He was with his friends and she was with her friends, they arrived separately, and met up at the house of mirrors. He and her were friends since freshman year in high school, and both now to separate schools, it was this fair that they were able to actually get together for the first time in a while. How could he know he would ask her out that day and how could he know she would say yes, or even better that she liked him back?

To Be Continued...