A whirl of nothing but pink and lilac glorified the sky. It took the vibrance of the school's field. Leaving a darker monochrome of the lush. Classrooms, so do the playground in the distance, were a color of antique, the same shade pitches the flagging path they came from. Nevertheless, everything its rays touches was washed gently. Even Behati. Her unkempt mane was darker as dusk approaches. Her olive skin was shining, and so was her ocean eyes.
"Life is full of simple wonders," Behati began. "Temporary but genuine joyance you refuse to look at. And that's because you look too much on your Rolex."
"I'm afraid you're right. I wish this could last forever. But I guess twenty minutes of this view can make do." Miku admitted. Looking up to the clouds with a half-smile, as she peeks at his seraphim features.
"Miku. Let's spin counter clock-wise."
"Excuse me, what?"