All-day long air was filled with aromas and soft waves of heat stirred them, creating unique combinations. Crickets started their trill closer to the night and froze just when evening suddenly unfolded with the bright smell of coming rain. Getting out of the embraces of heat, evening flowers gladly opened their petals, as if inviting the rain on stage. But instead of a desired moisture from the cloud, the moon rolled out, pouring everything with puddles full of ephemeral silver. Crickets sang its greatness, and the shadows of two figures walking towards the sea seemed thin stems of some strange plants. Night reigned and gave everyone so welcomed coolness...
