j u n e
The sky was blue and endless.
Four friends stood in the shade of a reaching oak, their shadows entwined in the dappled sunlight that was glowing through the momentary openings in the thick canopy overhead.
Summer was barely over, and it was time for the friends to seperate and follow the calling to education, to adventure, to the future. It was a quiet moment, full of joy and sorrow in equal measure; loving goodbyes were shared, and the friends departed for their new homes beyond the horizon.
Each took with them a secret and a smile as they turned away from their quiet town and stepped into the unknown.
d e c e m b e r
She was a waitress in the big city; her dream was small, but it was cozy and it was safe. She had a whole new flat, all to herself, and every night she lay in her bed and wished him there beside her.
He was a junior politician in the counsel; proud and upstanding, he studied with every ounce of devotion he had, and easily rose to any challenge presented to him. In those spare moments when he had finished his work, he sighed as he remembered the touch of her hand against his.
She was a student in the most prestigeous art college around; touched with a skilled hand and an eye for detail, she was loved by all in her class. Even as she was surrounded by friends, her mind was always dreaming that he was joining in the laughter.
He was a lone musician in the quiet bars of the country; his break had finally come, and he knew he was destined for bright lights and screaming faces. As he played his songs over and over to growing crowds, her eyes, and her eyes alone, called to him through the darkness of the stage. Finally, he made his decision. He picked up the phone. He knew her number by heart.
The Musician loves the Artist.
The Artist loves the Politician.
The Politician loves the Waitress.
The Waitress loves the Musician.
"Sophie? It's Chris. Are you coming home for Christmas?" 
