MusicInRain

Fresh cup of coffee in hand, preferring something a little less sweet in the morning, Caesar decided it was nice day for a walk in the woods. The weather was cooling and the cup warmed  his hands as he wrapped them around it, his long fingers intertwining with each other. He hated the cold and his coffee consumption nearly doubled as the temperature dropped. Luckily the sun was shining and warm and he traversed through the forest without much care, plucking a colorful assortment of flowers as he went. Nearly an hour later and he had a small armful tucked into the crook of his arm, his warm beverage, his lifeline, long empty. He would have to