Jean looked through the window at the birds flying calmly in the sky and some dogs running on the beach. It was a nice day and she felt calm and content to be there, memories came back from her younger days: when she knew she loved John, the the weather conditions had been equal and she, as a modest girl with attractive face and long and bright hair, had been happy to pulled towards her, a young bank manager. Her skin like silk had attracted as he saw her on the beach, and regardless of timidity his he had bought a box of chocolates – he said they were soft to the touch as she seemed to be.
Their ardent fate flourished and Jean murmured as she bore in mind vacations and picnics, swimming in the same sea she was looking at now and canoodling in the back row of the cinema. John never forgot wedding anniversary and was always purchasing her nice flowers and chocolates and leaving some flowers on the bed – even after 50 years of being together.
Her cheeks reddened as she remembered some ardent moments – caressing each other during an Opera performance; fantastic dinners in Turkey and comfortable days in hotel...