He held finger up to his fros lips, silence me. I frowned,head to the side. "Why?" I mouthed, instead of a proper answer, he turned to look to where a giant shape was forming. I looked back at him, eyes wide with terror. His head turned, and his eyes stopped, looking at me. In a small, but somehow quick movement he gestured for me to go to him. I did. Slowly as he commanded me, it was though I was under a spell.
In a beautiful morning, walking barefoot to the work through the green fields with the company of the singing birds... and there you shall meet the real happiness! ~ Mehmet Murat ildan