In dusk she is covering of gentle sunfall light,waiting for me passing her,like old friend.I know her await without sound,but I can hear of numberless hands shaking at me.
I long for shadowy founts, where the birds twitter and chirp at noon from every tree; I long for blossomed leaves and lowing herds; And Nature's voices say in mystic words, " The green fields wait for thee."
Bright colors, smooth material, exquisite craftsmanship, soft lines… Darling, it looks elegant on you! It can't be any cheap stuff. Something around two hundred, I guess.