Chapter Sixty two.

My day started quite normal, if I might say so. Almost as normal as the previous ones, even too normal as of fact. Living in this changing canvass of weather and

foliage, of birdsong and playful wind, even the subtle shifted in light, patterns brought interest for the eye. The weather had been so warm in the past recent days, the air so velvety on the skin that I had began to imagine what life on paradise would have felt like. Clouds drifted by on the most relaxed of breezes, helping the eyes to appreciate the bluebird sky all the more. The rain, when it came, alighted as softly

as the shoes of a ballet dancer, adorning and rejuvenating the only stage that matters. Almost as if some heavenly divine creature had sprinkled down some magic powder to sooth the village and pardon with a not of relief as to the plague and other misfortune that had tragically struck.

It was a spa from the time the light filters over the hills until it too takes its rest