It was spring time. The warmth was coming back to the garden. The early flowers were beginning to bloom; bees and butterflies chased each other over the lawn. The girl lay on the blanket and watched as the white clouds made patterns. There, a rabbit, there, a dragon, there, an old lady's face. The girl was worried about her looks; she was worried the boy would never notice her. The lady in the clouds smiled. She seemed to be saying, ‘Time has a habit of changing things... you are beautiful today and you will still be beautiful tomorrow’.