Sawyer Riddell

Harvest Moon and Neon Lights The night hums with the old jukebox, bar lights roll a soft amber glow across the barn. Dust clings to my jeans, but tonight I’m listening for something truer than the roars from the fields. Then my eyes land on you, not chasing a spotlight, but carrying it. Your beauty catches the glow, a smile that lights up the room. You are the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen, not in the show-off sort of way, but with a calm gravity that tips the whole world towards possibilities. And I’m here trying to come up with something smooth, waiting on the right time to make my move. I move like I’m learning a new dance, slow, patient, feeling the rhythm turn inside me until the floor dips and I find my footing, stepping closer than before. Your eyes meet mine, a spark that doesn’t rush but promises something real. Sawyer Riddell, 24