Through the tiny gaps between leaves and branches, the sunlight twinkled within Moulin's sight. Like little stars of the day in the green sky-like crowns of proud towering trees. He walked. Passing through the little beams of light that rained on the dry ground. His steps were steady as if to take time, unhurried and calm. And solemnly, his silver gaze lowered on his hand, held by a larger and rougher one. Feeling the thick skin of that warm palm against his.
Moulin curiously assessed his surroundings as they walked. The forests were calm and admittedly beautiful. True enough, he could hear the faint rush of water nearby. The tranquility of it was captivating. Moulin wanted to rush his steps but also savor this silent time with his lover as well. With a faint smile, he wondered why was he thinking about complicating things when all he had to do was be patient.
