The sky was painted with blue and white and held yellow up high. The flare in the sky let it's golden light be transported down below towards a tree with branches that were not old. The weeping leaves sheltered a soul filled with love. Fingers grazed over leather. Mixing man made with nature. A rustle was heard but was drowned out by the tears of the sky.

A cover was flipped showcasing a sketch of a women in a scene parallel to reality. She held a warm smile as if responding to the one the man held as well. More pages were flipped showcasing picnics in the spring as birds chirped along to the notes of love, a basket of flowers to give to the ones lost, a starry sky filled with stars but none were as bright as their love. He...