A warm, delicious summer rain had just stopped minutes ago. I’m sitting at the wooden table in my garden, a cup of coffee warming my hands, breathing in that unmistakable after-rain freshness. It’s quiet, peaceful, and my thoughts drift back to yesterday.
I met a friend I hadn’t seen in a while. She greeted me with the most radiant smile and a spark in her voice. “I’m in love,” she said.
She didn’t even have to say it, really. You could hear it in her tone, see it in her eyes—those eyes were sparkling like two genuine diamonds.