The picture-book perfect day!

The early morning June rays were bestowing their beauty on the Delonix Regia flamboyant trees and the fern-like leaves were shining with the small droplets of water upon them. The cool breeze blew against his rosy cheeks and messy hair during his walk to the old bookstore down the street. Small laughter of happiness could be heard at a distance in the play yard, where children were enjoying their holidays and the sweet smell of freshly-baked bread was slowly invading the neighborhood. It was a typical perfect morning for Chard and the small alley to the bookstore felt like little steps to heaven. Then minutes later, reaching for the keys in his pockets, Chard quotes the famous romantic poet James Russell Lowell's line: 

"And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days."

Chard did his daily chores after opening his happy place and waited for the usual small crowd. The bookshop was a small vintage home of fiction and literature which had a cozy and more intimate appearance for the book lovers in the locality. Chard loved his treasure and was happy in his home town. The hours went by the normal schedule until an unfamiliar beautiful face rushed inside and started to look around the different book shelves. The moment struck when Chard's eyes laid on her and he felt a fresh and new aromatic scent around him. There she was, the girl in the navy blue dress, effortlessly elegant while her hands reached for the old dusty books. The latter could not look away, as he felt his insides opened by only the sight of her. Her long and curly hair making a beautiful wave, down her elbow. As she looked up and walked down the book aisle, Chard got lost in her eyes... her beautiful eyes which spoke poetry and her strong and calm fragrance feeling the entire place. In that very moment, Chard got the realization of a completely different feeling. It was nothing like the one of a small child running to the ice-cream truck, but it was a beautiful and energetic sensation crawling inside his skin, that one feeling, he never got a hold on and believed he will never experience as a nerd bookstore owner. Then again, in the very moment he knew that she was not an ordinary girl, standing in middle of his magnificent and valuable store. She was much more and Chard could not help himself  and started to believe in the glorious scent of Jasmine.