At the break of dawn they were out in the verdant Galician countryside. It was cool enough for a pullover, but that came off in the May sun as they trudged on pilgrim's paths from the Middle Ages, twittering wit bird song, perfumed with briar roses. There is the tension of the desire, the aim for a goal. Then the relaxation of satisfaction, till a new goal begins to burn.
Fiction: General - Rated: K+ - English - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,198 - Published: 11/16/2012