I was deep in thought when I exited the spring. The late afternoon sun started its descent, coloring the land the shade of fire, adding to my somber mood.
A beautiful strong-willed lady with a fire in her soul, that was Angela alright.
Like your wildflowers... I bent down and started picking all the wild Chrysanthemums, Moondrops and Cosmos I could find.
My silence was due to my mother's letter, and the news the Harvest Goddess whispered in my ear.
Angela sailed away on Pascal's boat.
This was maybe the first real quiet moment I had since I got home.