
Friends,
I was in church today and I thought about attraction. I know, great topic to be thinking about in church huh?
"It was a cool autumn day when a girl in a pink dress sat on a bench in a park named Winters. Why it was named Winters is an intrigue. Maybe it's after a rich lady widow, the season itself, or some important governor.
She sat down and looked around.
There were trees, a swing set blowing in the wind, mild littering, dogs roaming about with their owners, children hopping on stones to avoid drowning in hot lava below them, and a dashing young man sitting across the park from her.
Now you must be wondering what caught her attention and I am sure you hoped it to be the gentleman.
Something about him just drew her gaze. She remains nonchalant as she casually glanced his direction above her sketching in her little black drawing book. Was it his casual composure? The confident way he seemed to be studying his book? Just how sure he looked? How absolutely sure he looked about everything, the way he read and pondered about the things he read...you would have thought he was cheating and reading a script of "how to look sure of yourself while sitting at a park".
The girl in the pink dress just sat back and sighed.
As the young gentleman was peering above his book, he glanced around at his scene, the trees, children and dogs, afternoon sun glow, empty swings, and the girl in the pink dress.
Naturally he disguises his actions as much as possible as he glanced her direction. What was it about her that commanded his attention? The simplicity of her dress? How she didn't seem to try too hard to impress anyone? How mysterious she looked while drawing something? Was she drawing him and if so, this was making him all the more self conscious...Was it the confident way she seemed to handle herself as if she was a devout park attender who comes regularly therefore making him feel out of place?
The young man just sat back and sighed.
The girl sat up and closed her drawing book that hoped to bring a scene to life.
The boy sat up and closed his book that longed to infiltrate an imagination."
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C