There is a certain beauty on a late spring day, a gentle breeze ruffles my hair, the warmth of the sun baths me. I wonder do you see the beauty that lays around us. I sit back and enjoy my coffee, whilst you rest at my feet. Later we amble homeward, you make me stop, rush not is your mantra.
Then the beast arrived, a pounding headache, a spinning room. I rest until the night sky calls to me. A breeze returns to rustle the leafs, the crescent moon looks down upon us. A star falls. Our time is passing.