It Doesn't Snow In Florida (Download Link)
In Naples, Florida, the sun set low and crimson, its final rays shimmered coolly on the waves tiding gently onshore the golden beach. I held my dearest Floella’s hand within mine, enjoying the silence. I admired her features most when she beheld reverence for something genuinely awe inspiring. Whether it be art of a distinct message or nature’s common process, her gentle green eyes observed with an air of wide eyed meditation. That with her rosy red lips near the same shade except bolder than her radiant locks that swayed in the wind as a cool late November wind gust blew. She shivered slightly and I, comforting her with my coat, held her close, wishing that it could have been a cooler gust, so I had an excuse to hold her more tightly.
Soon it was dusk and we made our way back to her car, a pink bug. There, she swirled leaning almost uneasily against the car, abated. I went in to kiss her, but she stopped me. I looked deeply in her eyes for an explanation during the pause, but all that I saw was my look of anguished surprise. “Icarus, you are sweet. You really are,” Floella said, as if she gave a damn. ”But we just have too many things going on in different directions. It is like you think one way and I’m thinking the opposite. And… do you understand?”
I nodded. She allowed me one last hug, and we parted ways. Though I rambled and cursed and filled myself with frustration, and though the red hot fury from rejection encompassed every manner of my being. At the bottom of my heart a base sentiment emerged, and I did understand because it whispered softly like the crisp silver wind under the then black sky. I understood her brilliance, beauty, and talent. And I loved her.
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