The sky behind him was shot through with streaks of yellow-orange, and her heart felt a pang of longing for all things beautiful, for all things she wanted to paint and treasure forever. Wisps of clouds were interspersed across the sky, the cool sea breeze playing with his soft, golden curls. She could hardly believe this. He stood straight and tall, in a loose white shirt rolled up at the elbow, and blue jeans which befitted his thin frame. His face had the serioussnes which was very unlike him. She drank in the sight of him: his long, graceful limbs, his athletic build, the shape of his shoulder blades, the line of his jaw. She closed her eyes for a minute, listening to her heart beat. She opened them to see that he had come closer. She could see the desire and longing in his eyes, feel him breathe. His blue-green eyes were dotted with specks of light, like as if they'd trapped the spirit of the sun in those orbs. She choked on her words, unable to utter them.