บท 538: I'm not wasting an afternoon, I'm being whimsical

The weather was lovely, the sky a brilliant, endless azure and the breeze a gentle, caressing zephyr that rustled the leaves on the trees.

Zephyr....

Zephyr. She giggled to herself. She'd been sitting around in these stuffy courts too long that she even knew what that word meant, much less thought it to herself naturally. Too much reading of important sounding paperwork...

Anywho!

It was nice!

Summer.

Nevremian summer was not too hot.

At least not at the moment.

At this very minute it was...

Beautiful.

The heat was mild and pleasant, a warm embrace that enveloped the skin with a comforting glow. It was a welcome change from how much it snowed during the winters.

She hadn't been paying attention last fall.

Was she really around for the last fall? Was it so close to a year since she'd arrived?