My Midsummer Night's Dream

Later, all of time was related to you.

The cascading sunlight weaves a golden dream in the afternoon, and the gentle breeze carries a faint fragrance of flowers.
Our eyes met. My heart skipped a beat, a wave of unease washing over me, a mixture of tenderness and indifference. The tension in my brain snapped in an instant, like a sudden spring breeze in winter blowing the last pear blossom from a branch. The gears of fate rolled past my ears, and all the excitement and confusion that had lingered throughout the summer returned with a vengeance the moment I saw you.

Later, all my time was connected to you...photo