We continue our leisurely walk down the street, chatting about everything under the sun or it should be clouds wondering when it will dump its load on us. The air is wet, cool and fresh – ideal weather for walking if it does not rain. We came to a particular beautiful stretch of street. What made it even lovelier was that there are no one around, just the two of us. Kind of selfish isn’t it? To want this whole scene for ourselves and we have it that day.
The street would be the same but I know the feeling would be different had I been walking around. Not necessarily worse but different. Walking alone and walking with someone you enjoyed gives you different pleasures.
Flowers with the window sills, white walls with black borders, contrasted with blue lines of the window frame. Color perfect, picture perfect. Silent except the sound of our steps on the cobbled street. No one around to disrupt the harmony. Street walking could not be more ideal.
A yellow house with luxurious green wandering vines that know where to go. “I am different” and “I am beautiful”, it seems to say. And it is both. 
Roses are the most popular flowers and I love them. They graced the door of many doors and sprinkled the steps with their colored tears.
White roses against light blue, a subdue tone. Can you guess the character of the owner No. 61?
Red roses climbing up to the upstairs window to declare “I bloom for you”.
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