Although it is a word had already proudly winter was a beautiful sunny day. Rays of sun warmed by their hearts and stroked it through the glass of his car, which was carrying her to embrace her dreams and their own arms. He loved to watch the silver threads in his hair, seemed to reflect the experience of life, hidden somewhere behind them.
Even now, she could not resist the temptation and still turned her head toward him. Repeatedly subject to the charms of his dark eyes, his voice caressing. Very well he knew and occasionally played with it a game. He began to sing and neck he alternately went through different tones. From those deep, that he adored to the higher ones. Window, watching the passing landscape, which gradually changed its shape nicely. They moved away a boring plane and reality meet nice Highlands, inviting their rounded shapes.