Auburn light illuminated the hillside. The summer air was filled with the faint sounds of breezes and insects in their hives. A strong, old oak tree stood proud. Its roots thick, and its branches long. On one of those branches was tied a small swing, a relic of the now gone days where children used to play among the butterflies and crickets.
The long grass – slightly brown from the intense heat of the days gone by – swayed in the gentle winds, never having known the touch of human gardening.
Rich brown eyes surveyed the horizon, peering through clear lenses. The perfect ending to the perfect day.
With a crunch on the drying grass, the owner of the eyes took one step forward. His shiny dress shoes – matching his black suit and blue tie – looked out of place amongst the nature.
He sighed. Not a sigh of contempt or sadness, nor one of overt happiness. Simply a sigh of pure contentment.
No one would mistake this man for something ordinary. No one of the world he sto