There is air, there is fire. All in the sky on a hot summer Wednesday. I could fly and try not to get burnt. I could find the ground and try to land. It’s been a while, there seems no sight of earth. Time, devotion and patience, it’s all I need. That’s what you said. And dear, there’s is luck. I seem to lack of that ingredient every now and then. Could you help to stock it up on your way to the grocery store?
The door is closed, yet it’s not locked. Give some time and patience, then knock. In this hot summer night, shall we keep our tongues tied till they are tied in pretty bows once more?