I always feel summer is the most Red time of the year. Those first days of the season - when you can fling back the doors. I'd personally prop them open with the the nearest object...usually a small person's stray trainer...and dare to tempt the Weather Head by declaring it "The perfect day to eat in the garden!" sounds like the definition of happiness for me...Until the day this polite and calm somebody loomed against the crowd of bad guys possibly tattooed here and there.

Such an opposition came as a lesson on the white over black surface or vise versa, depends on how you should looked at it. Of course, I thought he was fallen for Marina...simply because they both were so compatibly blond. The determination shouted out of my entire appearance and I guess, this was what terminated the enforcement of the silence between us. There was a shift and a small paper was laid in my hand with the common style calm instruction to read it when he's gone.