There were many chairs on the lawn, along with a swing set for children.
As soon as Jasmine Yale stepped out, she fixed her gaze on the swing set, not looking away.
Butler Santana thought she liked it and smiled, "Miss Yale, do you like that? If you do, we can go over there."
Jasmine Yale nodded.
Butler Santana assisted her as they walked over, afraid she might bump into something.
The sunshine outside was warm, bathing them in the distinct feel of spring, the gentle breeze, and the blossoming flowers.
Around the lawn, many flower pots were placed, filled with various colorful flowers.
Only then did Jasmine Yale realize that spring had truly arrived.
Sitting on the swing, she didn't move, just quietly sat there, gazing ahead at the sky.
The sky was azure, clear as if freshly washed.
Vast and deep, as if it were endless...
She wondered, could the end be heaven?
In heaven, would he be there?
She missed him.
