The passage of time always slips by quietly.
The leaves of the black spruce outside the window turn yellow and then green again, unnoticed, how many years have passed, with the vegetation growing ever more lush.
Leonard Churchill watched through the attic glass, as the young woman writing letters at the desk gradually aged before his eyes.
From a girl with a radiant smile, she slowly became an old woman with white hair.
Vera Williams poured her longing into letter after letter, recounting the romantic encounter she had in the prime of her youth.
She would still often talk to herself in front of the window, to the lover she was certain would come to see her in the River of Time, expressing her longing.
Fate, like a Joker, played a trick on them.
While giving them a fateful surprise, it also brought endless yearning and regret.
On the long road of life, Leonard Churchill accompanied Vera Williams for a time;
And Miss Anne remembered him for a lifetime.
