j'ai l'impression que c'était hier, mais c'était il y a deux jours

The good, the bad & the queen

As I followed her light foot steps down the pavement, the streets were probably romanticized by the long waves in her fair-hair: we were only walking down a narrow lane strewn with the occasional streetlight. The dark grey sky was announcing nightfall and the clouds a light rain fall, and houses were coloured in red bricks and decorated with window panes. Yet however much the plain scenery seemed ordinary, I couldn't help but know that I would miss green field lane.