A/N: My laptop crashed - with a whole new chapter on it (and only there...). So, while waiting for the - hopefully successful - repair I wrote four new Andith drabbles. Hope you'll like them. ;-))
Beautiful like a Spring Day
When Sir Anthony thought of Edith Crawley, he had a light coloured picture in mind. She was so young und gentle, so beautiful… The first day of spring came in his mind, when he lost himself in thoughts about her. Her calm, soft voice and her charmingness warmed him like the sunlight of an early afternoon in May. He couldn't think of nothing as lovely as her appearance, when she stormed in his library for talk and tea. Yes, she was beautiful like a spring day. It was a shame that he had already reached the autumn of his life.