Archie shook a leg and caught up. Peter holds a folded umbrella in his hand as though it were a walking stick. Trees cast large shadows. White swans guiding gracefully over the Serpentine. It was the perfect day for a walk. Clouds covered the sky from one horizon to the other. Peter wandered aimlessly. All the while listening to the birds singing. His footsteps sounding upon the gravel path.

Now sixteen, it wouldn’t be long before the pressures of marriage and honoring traditions would become more unbearable. Regardless, she was set on finding her own path and living her own life without the dictations of others. But now wasn’t the time to dwell on stupid traditions or her mother’s expectations. Nothing would break her spirit as the thought of her new pants returned to mind.