alphonselovescats

The summer wind crept in through the hot lit rays of the sun, which was taken by the seas arms from down below. It blew on the melting earth like a breath of cool bland whispers. Laughter and the sound of the drying sheets on their designated lines swayed with the wind that pushed them. There was nothing here but the subtle happiness of children playing and a content mother pressing the everyday needs of the house. “Be careful you two,” the mother voice was solemnly chill just like the breeze that continued to be pushed from the sea. “You don’t want the cloth to get dirty again.” But the children that played wi