Her midnight hair swaying in the breeze, the sun glistening through the trees, the smell of pine needles floating through the breeze, as her hands traced the waxy petals of tulips softly dancing to its own beat. Her scarlet dress flowing vigorously fighting against the seemingly easy breeze she walked barefoot paying no mind to the soft crunch of the grass underneath her feet. She needs to enjoy this very moment for it might be the last she sees this picture perfect moment as she swayed in the summer breeze.