Having woken myself at the crack-of-dawn, I gazed at the beautiful morning sky, frosted by the ice along my window. My Orchids had reached their peak. Their blossoms glistening within their light blanket of fallen snowflakes, while sprinkling a pastel pink through the white cover. The robins were out with their freshly-hatched offspring, singing winter melodies as they danced among the crisp air. But, however breathtaking, my heart wasn’t touched the way it used to be. My heart normally sang with the robins, but instead it remained silent, restless, as if aching for something new.
I walked into the kitchen, pouring myself a cup of coffee, when Richard walked in. “Good Morning, Riana,” he said softly. I turned in an automatic response and thoughtfully looked at him. He had changed since we had met. His hair had lightened, and his eyes had darkened, but he had also changed in a less physical way. He continually grew more solitary and confined, losing the spontaneity he used to possess. “Good Morning.”