Chương 79: This the Place?

The dusk of the sun is setting in and there is a bright sheen covering the path of the seemingly malachite-green path. We could hear the liveliness of the woods, yipping fox cubs, chirping birds, and the rustling of the wind dancing through the leaves of the trees breaking the quietness of the world.

Clouds shaped like tufty pillows glided slowly across the sky. They carried an airy, warm, drizzling rain with them. It cleansed the land and banished the strangling coldness and stunned silence of spring. Plinking and patterning off the leaves, then fading into memory, the rain energized the flora. We could smell their aromas hovering in the air.

"Look at this place. Don't you just love Spring?" Layla spread her hands inhaling the freshness of Spring.

"I prefer Winter, but this place is so beautiful. I would have never known this place existed. It's so near yet so far." not paying attention I stumbled over a rock.