5:59 AM
The Fear of Change
5:59 AM The mild wind blew caressing their hair. With the direction of the wind, their hair blew softly. At times east , and south-west at times. He laid his head on her lap sheltered by shadow of the tree. The branches swung chasing the wind and the rustle of the scattered dry leaves created an unplanned melody. In the season where the rain seemed to have sworn to kiss the ground, the mild sunny day appeared as a reward. A reward for them to be together. Outdoors. The time was then, for them to spend. They talked bout future...