T e a s e r .
 

Seasons by seasons. We go through heat and cold all around the year as we faced challenges ahead of us. What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.

And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies- I has that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.

-- and it was mid summer when I first saw her.
 

Sitting on that one bench next to a shady tree. The wind blew and the leaves rustles as they fly around in the air before it hit the ground.

My feet was stuck on the ground as I stared at her. Pretty. I have heard from the others about her and they are right- she looks pretty. Her hairs blew by the wind and her delicate hand tucked them to her ears.

She suddenly smiles as she read her book- probably a novel about love stories -and that is when I hear my heart thumping a bit more