After a day of walking, exposes to the sunlight of warmness, her yellow dress smells like sunshine and English pear; blends in the wind that touches her skin, her hair.
One moment, she discovers something. Her eyes are bursting with curiosity. She bends down and grasps wildflowers on the sidewalk. She holds them in her hands carefully and turns back to the house across the street.
It’s dark at first while she walks into the front room of the wood house. As later she walks into the back room, she goes to the piano that sets in the center.
She touches the keys and slowly pulls back her fingers, with another hand behind her back, asking, “Do we have a vase at home?”
Then she hears footsteps, and come along with familiar hands stroke her shoulder.
She turns around. It’s him.
She smiles. Her smile matches her yellow dress, a sense of pure happiness that blows all troubles away. “Yes, we do, we have a vase at home.” He answers.
“I picked some flower on my way back home. It’s a L-O-N-G, L-O-N-G day.” She says. “These flowers are my remedies of the day.”
“And you, are my remedy.” He replies.
They laugh and tenderly hold each other in an embrace.
Under the house of the two young souls, light rays through the window, shines upon the piano.
