It was a cold crisp winter morning. The moon was still visible in the indigo sky, You leaned against the window sill, your delicate eyes taking everything in while sipping your persimmon tea.

You smile hearing the sweet coos of the sparrows perched on the sakura tree.

You were unaware of the dark eyes of your husband, following your figure. His toned body stretched as he got up and walked up to you.

You, unaware of his presence, continue to take in the morning atmosphere with a painstakingly lovely smile.