Winter laid down its white bouquet for a long sleep as springtime waved in a sea of initial blooms. It never waited upon the complete cold-free day, yet pushed forth at the first chance for the warmer light to grow longer. Time passed with its own flow and it was its own beauty, a unique divinity.
Another day, another routine for Marvel to visit Doctor Plainn's clinic. He parked his car at the usual spot, casually entered the house because he knew the password, and looked for the owner. He always notified the doctor before he came, be it through message or call. This morning, though, he felt like coming without notice because it already became his everyday schedule.
