My hand reached out against his, the smooth against wrinkly skin a stark contrast. A wizened finger lovingly grasped his smooth handle of a gnarled walking stick. Several corrugated lines spread out over his hand like running rivers. An ugly thumbnail, cut until it was like jagged rocks, once again gave a stark contrast to my own, neatly cut nails. It bore testimony to lack of care for personal looks, though if anything, it just gave me a greater respect for this man.
i looked into his deep hazel eyes, which held so much knowledge. It was like looking into a secret door of the past, a door which had a key that only I owned. It showed pain, fear, love and joy mixed into one.
his eyes looked down into mine as he sensed that someone was gazing at him. He smiled at me, a smile that had all the warmth and care that only a grandfather could muster. It was a genuine smile, something that worked wonders on me. something that pushed all my worries into the deepest corners of my soul, and hiding them there. It soothed my fears and calmed my troubles like a wash of water refreshing me.
i looked into his deep hazel eyes, which held so much knowledge. It was like looking into a secret door of the past, a door which had a key that only I owned. It showed pain, fear, love and joy mixed into one.
his eyes looked down into mine as he sensed that someone was gazing at him. He smiled at me, a smile that had all the warmth and care that only a grandfather could muster. It was a genuine smile, something that worked wonders on me. something that pushed all my worries into the deepest corners of my soul, and hiding them there. It soothed my fears and calmed my troubles like a wash of water refreshing me.