Under the azure sky, fluffy white clouds drifted by, and the brilliant sunshine poured through the gaps in the clouds, making the verdant hillocks appear even more fresh. The trees that surrounded the area swayed their lush branches in the breeze, and the clear lake, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds, began to ripple as if summer had arrived.
Thwack, the sound of a swing resonated, and a white ball soared in a high arc before it plopped into the water.
"See that, Claude?" Adrian said, shading his eyes with his hand and turned to Claude, who was sitting not far away under an umbrella, excitedly brandishing his club, "That parabola was quite wonderful!"
