Sailing Stones | Part I.

As if breathing in your presence isn't hard enough, now you expect me to talk to you? she muttered inside her head. Though he could not hear her deepest thoughts he could still read her troubled facial expression. He smiled a crooked smile and let his fingers fumble through his messy blonde hair.

Spotted together last Autumn walking side by side in the relaxing rain. Nothing to disturb the circle of harmony and wellness that surrounded them. Long walks in the forgotten garden where magic had left its traces in the roots of the old oak trees. Sleeping secrets waiting to awake and reveal the unknown story of the sailing stones ...

- To be continued -