She sprang on her toes when she saw him coming. It was just the bicycle she saw first on the horizon. Riding behind his back standing, she now saw the earth approaching them as they raced towards the never-ending caving roads with looming tall trees. The serpentine silence sat still with time upon the moss filled boughs. Bursts of citric scent from fresh shrubs hit her nostrils. Stretched legs of low flying cranes brushed the corn leaves as they circled gaily around the swaying crop. She smiled her thanks to this blissful life.
Some place near, a pair of succulent teeth nibbled away a shoot of juicy hay. She adored the flying hair of this standing woman on the bicycle. Sitting idly, the woman watched the farmers at work and these lovers riding past her gaze. Her swinging feet brushing away the poor little daisies back and forth all this while. Distant cloud drifted stale smell of burnt wood. On an impulse she hopped from the stray tree trunk. The clayey earth clung to her stealthy pink toes as she began to tread the frescoes laid by the last grass-fire. Sooner, she discovered that she can now count her blessings as millions of sprouting sparkly leaves lay bare before her eyes. The sight made her happy.
