From the window went through the pleasant scent of the countryside.
There was neither a breath of wind nor the rustling of the leaves.
Nothing broke the silence of the evening except for the croaking of the frogs in a distant pond.
I dawdled to look out in the darkness in the tranquillity; not far away, a young cat was sneaking recklessly into the traffic on the provincial roads.
Through the gardens, through the houses and through the darkness, until he reached me.
Finally, after such a long tim.
