The sun was following the mountain crest, and his rays played amongst the flaming cherry trees. There was a tranquillity in that place that did me good. I had just been through a difficult year, and on this same day, some years earlier, a dear friend of mine had passed away without I having had an opportunity to see her again. But suddenly, I realized that the tangled threads of our fate are on the other side of the picture. One day hopefully, we will stay on the right side, and all our sorrows and pain should have contributed to a magnifiscent picture: the fresco of our destiny.
