Crossing Paths with a Stranger

Trees swayed in a soft, midday hush, the wind whispering sweet nothings to the leaves. The Sun flew high in the sky with its radiance illuminating everything that fell under its shine. All of this meant harmony to the woman who had been lying in a grassy meadow. She happened to be engaged in a book, a book she had read a dozen times but has never gotten tired of. 'It's been quiet today.' She thought as she flipped another page. 'I hope it stays that way.' She smiled as she flipped a page once more.