Early birds sang the euphonious chirps.
I was reluctant to get out of my blanket as the last drop of the water resisting to let itself fall from the chlorophyll of a tree.
Green mattress of earth looked up to nimbus clouds to quench their thirst, drops of rain made their way towards the terra ferma.
Aroma of land and water fusion "The Petrichor" reminded me of you from the day before.
The whispy tousled head mop of your's parted on one side with white and black attire, heft potter glass frame and blurry view of a red, black and white combo backpack, screamed it's a new one moved across, with the childish gait of the bearer.
Although this is all I can remember from a few seconds gaze trust me it was a view worth watching?
