A Child Of Atom

For a few seconds he was perfect, lying on the ground in the middle of Central Park. Sky blue eyes set off by a dark blue sweatshirt, the whole thing contrasted by the red-brown leather color of the oak leaves under his head. There was a tiny touch of golden yellow at his throat, provided by a t-shirt, and just enough haze in the air to soften everything.

I would have killed for my camera, he was so beautiful at that moment. I can't wait for the next moment like that, (and the one after, and the one after...).