What a beautiful sunset, she thought to herself as she turned from the open window. A cool crisp breeze lifted the curls from her forehead. Her hand trailed behind as she moved from the window, caressing the wisp of voile that hung there. She picked up the lantern, set it on the table and struck a match. The lighted candle gently spluttered and glowed, illuminating the room and the roses on the table.
A sigh escaped her . . . she was looking forward to the weekend.