The sun was at it highest, showering its glorious rays on the people below. Purple flowers bloomed. Grasses showed of their greeness, lighting up the environment.
People laughed. People danced and some just enjoyed the breeze. The park was abazz with activities. It was indeed a day of relaxation and peace. A very joyous day...for some.
Sitting on a white painted bench at a secluded part of the park, was a woman. Well...some would call her a goddess. A beauty. The perfect definition of what enchanting would be.
Her oval face adorned with plumb pink lips and those beautifully shaped eyebrows would make a man give a third look. Her hazel eyes so bright they almost looked gold , formed a beautiful blend with her brown golden skin.A goddess indeed.
But at the moment, those entrancing eyes held nothing but indifference and....sorrow . She sat there. Shoulders squared, back straight, legs crossed at her ankles and her slender hands resting elegantly on her lap. The black floral sleeveless dress she wore, her stoic but deep stare, her posture .
Even the wind avoided messing up a wavy black hair.
She looked like a regal queen. The white everyday bench looking more like her throne than just a bench.
The sorrow in her eyes couldn't hide the power and authority she radiated.
Her gaze unmoving, stared fixated at a family of four having a picnic.....five if you add the woman's overly large belly.