It was a summer day. There was a light breeze and the sky had a color so sharp, it could cut glass. You were wearing a colorful summer dress in a floral pattern. It heralded the warmth and everything living around us. The soft wind danced with your hair — as though it didn’t wanted to escape it. Everything wanted to be close to you. Even I. Then autumn came. And the idea of “we” deteriorated like the leaves on the trees.

It’s the late 60’s. A shift in the tide arise – a tide signalling a tsunami that would flush away everything that once was, this tide of awareness flushed over Western society. Women had enough. The troubled boy had enough. Everyone had enough. It’s war time and everyone zips up their uniform and preps for a fight – a fight that’s fought, and has been fought to this day.