hubert

and boy, you should've seen it.
The way the rising sun produced an amber reflection across a lake. A lake with water as smooth as glass. A crystalline reflection of the surrounding birch trees which had reached timberous heights from hundreds of years of growth.
and boy, you should've seen it.
the way the mist broke across a main lawn covered with a heavy layer of dew. Each step leaving a footprint. Each footprint bringing the man closer to the scenic beauty.
And what it all reminded the man of... Well, was her.