When I first saw you I looked into your past with the exuberance of a child, tracing the lines of who you are all the way back to their origins. From a cloud of others your rending eyes, your knowing smile have been shaped through the years, each moment building upon the one before until our paths crossed here. This is the beginning of every future and the summation of every burden we carry on our backs. All lines have led us here, and as I drink in your gaze I momentarily forget all of this. Suddenly I have nothing but your attention, I am nothing but the culmination of your desires. Your future is created in me, and with my voice caught in my throat, all comprehension submits to the gentle breeze dancing across my flush cheeks. Yet time continues unabated. You stride without slowing like the second hand marching effortlessly forward, leaving me breathlessly lost in your wake. This is the beginning of every future except those that go unsaid. I cautiously inhale the crisp Autumn air and smile.