... and she was sitting on the patio. The sky was painted with grayscale clouds , covered mountain which was visible sometime, and the magnificent display of the pale blue and green ocean. The cup was filled with faces of centuries; which was highlighted by chromatic hues. Then she lifted the cup with a cold coffee and sipped it enigmatically.
How could a coffee become cold when she had just brewed it a minute ago.
Then the pale ocean glimmered along with the sudden expose of earthly smell with a bit of salt in the air. The leaves swayed and whispered. Then a figure approached behind her, it was her husband. He kissed him on her lips. Then she found the answer.
Then the settling sun was not witnessed because it was veiled. It was vested with dominance and authority.
That - was the answer. The rain started pattering on the roof (creating an endless sound of regression and an answered - consternation.)