HEARTSTRINGS
I was saundering through the woods, pressing my feets firmly on the ground as if I would fall off from it any second. My eyes felt misty. Was I weeping? No, no way. I had a whole dreary winter laying before me. Crying was the last thing I want to do. "Mother, it’s a great pleasure you are here". I looked up to the origin of the voice. A small nest was resting on a willow tree. The tree had shed most of its leaves. My eyes caught a glimpse of a little bird hiding behind its mother. "Keep them safe" I whispered to the tree. It shook gently. I wanted to get out of this wood. I turned back. There was a man inches away from me. His brownish blond hair set perfectly,...