You approached like a red balloon against the cerulean sky, carving your certain way through the clouds to catch my sun-spotted eye. I tried to avoid your burning gaze hearing of the damage that could be done but nervous glances downwards met the placid reflection of the sun. My tense disposition knew one way to maintain an amiable shade, so I smiled into the ripples of all the paths that I have made. Then I stretched up on to my toes reaching your form with a pin, and hearing the pop I closed my eyes to immerse myself within.