C67 Chapter 67

THE PAST

The sunshine has warmth in its brilliance, reflecting a shimmer from the ends of Lissana's eyelashes, deep brown though they are. It invites her eyes to rest, so I may see the strong rays even when she appears to be sleeping. It's the sunshine that comes of the year, illuminating summer meadows and alpine slopes all the same. She wishes there was a word for the feeling it brings