- Emiko was sitting out on the front porch, with Satoru sitting in her lap. The summer breeze was nice; she loved the way it wafted through her hair and lightly lifted it up. Satoru seemed to enjoy trying to clasp loose shards of grass on the wind in his hands, though his attention was directed upwards when Emiko carefully rested her chin on his small head. "Hopefully Deidara hasn't ruined this for Aijo," she murmured softly, as she carefully ran her hands through her son's long hair and stared out at the dimly lit sky-- a watercolor painting of blue, purple, pink, and orange hues.
- { Alright. cx
By the way, have you ever read The Great Gatsby? }