'Hey Eve-lyn...!We-soud-go-back-now-othalwise-oul-mamma-get-wollied' Katy (6 years old girl) runs after saying this... ~Gentle breeze hit her face, while her puppy eyes still stick on the sky which seems like a fresh watermelon. A huge mirror below the sunset, perfectly imitating every inch of those beautiful shades of colors, those winged creatures, those tiny silhoutte and shadows of million objects moving in every possible direction...~