As his eyes lay on the small purple blossoms, a voice calls to him deep within his memory. A voice that took him to a time long ago, when everything was much simpler, and the days longer. Cassie... That was her name, wasn't it? The one with the blue eyes and the yellow braids? What did she say again, at that time when they were at that meadow?
"I'll never let go..."
Just a little something that popped through my head when I saw this. WHY DO MOST OF YOUR PICTURES REMIND ME OF MY CHILDHOOD!? (Story above isn't related though, if that's what you're thinking ).