A dark sunrise covered the sky, the wind and air cold. A dampness hung in the trees and grass. The weather was preparing for a storm ridden day. Every flash of lightning had been felt deep in the atmosphere, the chill enough to seep into Leo's bones.

Leo had just stepped onto the front deck, hood pulled over his long wet, curly hair. It was refreshing to see him embrace the beauty that was his natural copper hair, rather than the pin straight style he wore during tours.