The weather is the kind that feels like a kiss of summer without the fiery heat of noontime in August. The grass is a soft green that almost has a hint of blue and in the sky is enough pristine white cloud to show you how beautiful the sky was, how perfect. The concrete of the path was warm under the soles of the combat boots that walked across the pavement.
The movement stopped and rich brown eyes closed in order to focus just on sound.
There it was, the blackbird song, how could anyone not say that was music? He opened his eyes and let the daylight flood back in, bringing the late April day right back into focus. He would have sat cross-legged on the weed-filled lawn and looked for the flowers that he loved just as much as the roses she tended with such loving care.
However, he could
