He smiled back at her “Not today love, not today.” He said watching her hair dance in the wind and the sun shine off of it. Golden hair, dancing in the wind, melodic laughter, flower crowns, emerald green grass and big eyes. The younger, darker, not blond but brown. Something unsaid, something sad, they wouldn’t talk about it but soon…. Soon the cold would settle over the land as well as over his heart. But no… not today. Today there is laughter and wine and no talk of what is to come.