Lone Flourished.

Whistling wind gust on me as I walk onto the pavement of clean forestry straight road behind the chapel. Its drizzling, I put my hoods on and the raindrops are cold—I can feel them soothing through my jacket flowing to reach my skin until I finally feel them cold. I was with someone, but I do feel sole unconsciously walking along.

While I wonder I realized that that place was like green house. Full of plants and evergreen. And then I looked down and saw the fellow living life form.