"Harry have you ever wondered why some see a weed but some may see a dandelion." I looked at Darcy puzzled at what she just asked me. She took my silence as a no.
"Perspective" she said twiddling her thumbs, perspective...right. She was a puzzle piece to me that I couldn't wait to solve.
Finally after a agyonizily long drive we finally arrived at our destination, Darcy and I had decided to rent a old lake house to spend the night away from the world. Darcy lept out the car dropping to the floor mumbling about how good it was to see the ground again.
"Darcy, I'm sure the ground appreciates your kind words towards it but hurry let's get inside" she laughs shoving my shoulder and runs towards the door not waiting for me.
