Mornings are beginnings

The bustling, the shouts, the little crisp in the air with the treats given to the little cute girl made that morning market most remembrable. Sweet as a strawberry, glimmering silver like the fish in their tanks, dazzling colours and aroma of the flower stands... wearing a floral print summer dress, flowers in one hand, the other holding Elsa´s hand, Em walked home talking about the seen and felt. From the corner of her eye she saw an odd man looking at them. Em didn´t give him much notice, just a passing glance, for she was walking on air, in a world of her own so sweet of smell and taste, dazzling and bright.