It’s early Autumn, people are still in their luxurious sweet dreams of Sunday morning. Under the pearl-white sky, a puppy is strolling with its young master, and a homeless wincing at the entrance of a mansion…nearby.

Keep walking, La Seine is right in front of me, standing with her glamorous, still…embraced in the sheer of the morning haze.

“ Aren’t you a bird? Why could you speak? 

Are you real… or just my imagination, how could you read my mind?
Did you send me a daisy the other day?
Why? Why me?