‘All in a golden afternoon, under the skies of cloudless blue.’
My eyes scrunched and wincing
But how can I?
How can I look away?
The Sun is slowly, gently kissing your cheeks.
And the wind...
Oh, the wind.
She loves play.
The wind tosses your hair, here and there as she runs and dances through the trees, valleys; and rolls over the fields.
Closing the distance one step, one skip at a time yet,...
