A Farewell to My July

There was something,
on one easy Sunday evening.

" ... she is a complete vision of everything that he had missed..."

- The Age of Innocence -

It was when I deliberately indulged myself with this beautiful story at the end of this beautiful month. And I don't know why, the only lines left in my head was that particular lines. Maybe someday I'll manage myself to figure it out. Maybe next month, maybe next July, how would I know? Only time can tell, for only time alone who holds every pieces of my puzzle --prudently.

So I thank you, July, for your sweet ending.
Till we meet again someday...