"She loves the splash of sunlight gently warming her face and the soft stroke of the wind on her skin while messing up her curly long auburn hair. Finally, she's alone with her thoughts. It's a beautiful morning says the song on the background. The inciting smell of her warm coffee and the sight of her mint and lavender plants neatly lined up in their humble garden are just what could make this Sunday perfect. She slowly closed her tired eyes to relax and be still for awhile. Everything is quiet and there's a delicate moment of stillness. She could stay in this tranquil state forever. There's no need to rush and run after something inanimate moving towards a place no one knows.
This deafening silence gave her the imposing chance to look back at her life some forty years ago. She remembered herself as a child and how she started to understand life and what hers was about to look like.
There is a lot of sadness in the world. People wear their tough faces everyday. They try to mask all the sadness and anger but it is all over despite their effort to hide it. No matter how hard they try to ignore it, it is right there in their eyes. If one would only bother and look closer. She has seen this when she was still young and could hardly say the words to describe it..."