The light blue sky was starting to melt into orange. We went out a bit later than planned. Sometimes it is way too difficult to climb out of bed. However, this new hue rising above us did suit her hair better. We walked along the lake nearby, hand in hand. She held a picnic basket in her other hand. Although it was jam packed with goodies, it wasn’t too heavy – thank God. She wouldn’t let me carry it no matter how much I insisted. The only thing I managed to snatch was the blanket.
The picnic was her idea. It’s not that I had anything against it, but I prefer a table and candles, if given the choice. Plus, she does have her ways of convincing me. Her smile beamed in the afternoon light, leading the way. She rubbed her arm, and looked around for a place to settle down. An old tree sat majestically next to the lake. It was like a Bob Ross painting. Although we stumbled upon it accidentally, it is known as a place for lovers, having carved messages on the trunk of the tree that have seen parties, lovers, old couples. They even put out a bench.