The next day was Saturday.
Everything seemed to slow down on that day. The flow of time itself felt sluggish, with each second passing by in a leisurely manner. Even the second hand's ticking appeared to take its time, as if it, too, had adopted a slower rhythm.
The sunshine appeared out of the fog and shattered from the clouds.
On summer days, it gets bright in the early morning. The sunshine was so fresh, and it just shone with golden light.
The flowers in Hampton blossomed and served as a foil to each other. Some birds fell on the sill and knocked at the window with their mouths, and then they just flew away.
It was summertime. The air in the morning became hot soon.
Luckily, Hampton had many plants and trees, so the temperature there was not so high. The fish in the pool was just swimming slowly and waggling in the water, shining brightly.
