The soft breeze entered through the window pane; the greetings of a warm spring morning.
Spring is here. Riding on the chariot of clouds, across the blue horizon, sprinkling all it's lovely colours upon the earth below. The subtle aroma of flowers spreads;dancing under the warm sun and swaying along with the wind. The chill in the air is gone and here comes the spring, where warmness embraced the earth.
"This.." I mumbled, as I stared with confusion at the drenched mattress below. It was quite surprising as the glass beside laid perfectly dry and the water container steps away.
"I don't remember spilling it.." As I bent to touch the damped area, it's coldness surged across my finger tips. However, that touch strangely had a feeling of familiarity and ironically sparked a warmth within. It just felt like the last greetings of a beloved cold winter.
Books and coffees; the best pair for a fresh morning. As I reclined at the porch and rocked the chair, suddenly, vague memories filmed inside my mind.
I could see myself working hard among people I knew, yet couldn't remember. I could just see myself and the longer I recalled, the more I had this deep longing for a place unknown. It felt as if I don't belong here.
After a sudden second, my loop of thoughts stripped off as I heard a humming on the other side of fence.
With my steps directed to the humming, unnoticed, I carefully peeped through the white washed fence. Across the flowers, and a table with freshly prepared brew, my eyes caught him; the persona of spring...
