The Cold autumn morning was inviting in the fading beams of morning light, as
the longing calls of birds, inventively begging the summer to stay, for just one more day.
We travelled through the forest.
Out by the sea we went. The cold wind bites our face, as we stumble upon the peculiar man Geopfhrey.
Geopfhrey did not talk. He had the expression of determination, as he balanced a chair on his head.
We studied Geophrey, and left without a word.
The taste of steel and brass lingers as we expect the heaven to fall down upon us,
but, we do not soir.
The steps in the sand is behind us, and we have a journey and path ahead...
