It was a typical summer's day.
The sun arose from its deep slumber bright and early; spreading its light across the beautiful skyline of NYC. The sky was tranquil; not a single trace of clouds sailing in the serene blue sea. A passionate warmth surrounds everywhere, just like at Christmas with the family sitting around a fireplace. As I take a stroll I notice the streets are wild with lingering tourists and workers. Mornings in the city are always swamped with people outside. The crowded streets didn't seem to bother me, nor did they have an effect on today's dazzling weather.
Strangely perfect for September.
A small gust of wind blew; as though the bitter winter has arrived early. Sending thousands of knifes across my back; the chilling breeze promptly left as I stand still paralysed. The sun kisses my cheeks; embracing me back into its' warmth.
Peace consumes my heart, making me grin from cheek to cheek. I am content, and it is a perfect day, the perfect day to tell her. To proclaim my love for her. Just the thought of her made my heart smile. I grip the crimson rose bouquet tighter as I near her door. Hesitating, I take a quick glance at my watch. 7:45am. I then take a deep breathe as I knock on her door.
So the story isn't really finished yet but if you would like to read on do tell me and I'll try to write more when I have time. Any comments would be appreciated, whether it is positive or negative š³