It's May 26, 1934.On a dusky day, winds blew, and the shadows were playing like a child.Bright sunshine was weaving through the gray clouds, embracing the fading day.Bright light was spilling all over the town, making a warm trance.There was some sort of happiness. I think I made you sad about the soldier, but let's move on from there.The sky was a color palette and was waiting for someone to paint it; clouds flicker as candles light when the wind is blowing. The breeze was painting the canvas of the sky with clouds and hues with a rhythmic heartbeat. As