Evelyn Jacobs loved the small things in life. The smell just before a rainstorm, the shapes the clouds make, the bittersweet smell of the dandelions growing in clumps in the field next her home. Although when she met Alexander Williams her life began changing. She had met her best friend, they would talk for hours on the swing on her front porch. He appreciated her passion for the small things and she was fascinated by his passion for music, although their happiness was abundant, it was abrupt. Life allows no easiness, and their conversations soon turned to letters when one must move far away. "The distance between us is only a number, Evelyn. I promise I will visit you soon."