“What is it?” Irene and Arthur strolled along the street of the city of London.
It was quite pleasant, the birds were chirping, singing, rejoicing, the streets were bustling with people, the cabs, and buses passed along as the two approached the nearest park.
The sun hasn’t risen yet completely, but the reddish-gold hue embraced the sky and the clouds as if welcoming everyone that surrounded it.
Rarely did the sun shine in London. Usually, it was raining all day, every day, but this one time, Arthur wanted the walk to be special.
Michael commanded the clouds, “Be at peace.” And the clouds obeyed. Still, white, fluffy, and calm – what an ideal weather!
“What do you want from me?” The question that Arthur wanted to ask since yesterday got Irene confused.
“I shou
