When he had returned from the mission, the day was slowly dying in the last rays of light...
Dark clouds were hanging above the Konoha like the grey canopy and the high shrieks of birds were the only audiable sounds.
And then he saw her - his living dream - waiting for him in the last sun-spot...
And in the sudden moment - moment quick like the shooting star - the world had locked around them.
That was the first time when he couldn't find the words.
But the words weren't needed anymore...
The day was fading, and the slender spindles of swallows were whirling in the air.
In the distant, thick clouds were laughing with the silver sound of rain....