Rare Beautiful Day (Tag Morgana, but definitely OTA)
The previous winter in the village had been so very warm that Lancelot had wondered just how it could be called "winter" (though the one before had certainly kept its promise). This one was being more temperamental, so far. Some cold, a lot of rain, and he thought, perhaps, there might be more snow, but today the sun was shining through the haze in the sky, and the temperature felt more like spring than January.
He had the day off, and had decided to spend it in the park. Swinging by the cafe, he picked up some food and iced tea, then the bakery for some treats. Then, after sending a message to his wife, he made his way to the park where he spread out a blanket in the scattered sunshine and stretched out, watching the birds who had crept out of the forest, enjoying their song and the warmer breeze.
Undoubtedly, the cold would come again (if only in fits and waves). For today--he wanted to be outside.
He had the day off, and had decided to spend it in the park. Swinging by the cafe, he picked up some food and iced tea, then the bakery for some treats. Then, after sending a message to his wife, he made his way to the park where he spread out a blanket in the scattered sunshine and stretched out, watching the birds who had crept out of the forest, enjoying their song and the warmer breeze.
Undoubtedly, the cold would come again (if only in fits and waves). For today--he wanted to be outside.