Miracle

It isn't impossible to believe that miracles do happen. Miracles happen everyday, like when one of the four seasons change into the other, or when night becomes day, or when rain pours in a melodious beat. Everyday is a miracle, and I capture it all with a camera.

Whenever I walk down the local park people would stare at me as I take pictures of the silliest things, like ducks swimming in the lake or butterflies hovering just above the flowers. Even just the clouds would do, because I think everything is amazing, it just takes imagination to see all the beautiful things in them. But anyway, as I was saying, people would stare. I don't mind, I am a local. So everybody knows pretty much everyone. It's a small town.

And one day, a Saturday I think, I was walking pass the public football field and saw a group of young men playing football. Let me tell you this, all of them are all attractive. Tall, muscular builds and fine faces, if I may. They all look my age. (I'm nineteen by the way). Although I had to say that one boy seemed to stand out from the rest. He was probably an inch shorter than the others. He had shaggy blond hair and, most probably (since I couldn't see it) light blue eyes.

The usual me would take pictures of all the guys each taking turns of throwing the ball, and probably one of each catching it. I do take one picture of each, but then I realize as I start browsing the photo's I've shot that five in every five photos have that guy in it.

*to be continued*

*because I'm lazy*