They add a depth to skin that makes me want to paint it. I’m scared, though, that I won’t be able to get it right. In painting I like to portray how something feels instead of how it looks. Even if I could get the appearance, I fear I couldn’t fully capture it.
One morning I was with a boy, drifting between sleep and consciousness, and I noticed his freckled hands. That moment with his arm across me and the world still quiet and sunlight on those hands made everything beautiful, just for a minute.
When I meet you and notice your freckles - especially in beautiful places where they surprise me - I will, just for a minute, fall in love with you.