Lets see, do you still remember when the first time we met? How I found you inside those dusky brushwood. Your face was exited by the new light over the clouds above us. Yes, it was a fantastic hour beneath the celestial wind that faith bring upon us. Yes, that breath, that face, that look, that eyes, everything was not so clear today. But I knew that was sure not mere soft feeling that would easy flew away. Hmm…, it was nice to meet you back there :). Happy weekend everyone!