Dreaming high
A summer's evening, after a long walk to the top of the mountains, "..to get closer to the beauty of paradise" he said, peering out towards the edge into the endless horizon. They sat at the top of the world, silent in thought, savoring the peaceful moment that lay before them. In front of the burnt sky, he turned to her, adoring the delicate shape of her nose; he looked at her with intensity and murmured, "if one day the sky takes me away from you, I will become wind that caresses your face."