Adele's Stories

(Loosely inspired by Akiane Kramarik)

Her paint brush whisked over the canvas like a perfectly choreographed dance. Everyone knew that when she was like this there was no getting through to her. She was lost to the world and transported into the world of her art. There were many times she would become like this. When she was painting something important, something that meant something to her. All anyone could do was just watch in awe and wait to admire the finished product.
But this painting wasn’t of a place as was her usual. This painting was of a person. A man. And she wasn’t being transported into the world of her painting but into the love of the one she was painting. She had only met him once but once was all she needed to welcome him into her heart. Now his presence went with her wherever she went. Everyone saw the change in her that this man created. She was happier, kinder, and seemingly at peace with the world.
She dipped her brush into a new color and attacked the canvas with what can only be described as a loving ferocity. They watched in reverence as her brush twirled and leapt across the painting and the face began to take shape. It was hours before she finished, but to her and her simple audience it was only moments. And together they all stood back and took him in.

It was his eyes and the love emanating from them that captured their gaze the most. It seemed to seep out of the painting and make its way into their hearts, trying make room for a permanent place their. Some let it and harbored his love in their hearts for the rest of their lives. Others pushed it away fearing how it would change them, wanting to keep their hearts to themselves. Others let it hang around for a little while, but ultimately rejected it.

But she. She let his love consume her and took every opportunity to share it with other. He used her and her painting to call others to him. She was a beacon of light. His light.