Ian's POV

The wind sang through the pink-leaved trees in my courtyard, sending loose leaves on a dancing funfair ride. The celestial fireball in the sky, scorched my bare skin.

Bees buzzed around happily and the magpies in the sky sang an unfamiliar tune. I took a sip of scotch from a transparent wine cup and dropped it back on the brown side-table beside me. I adjusted myself on the golden coloured sofa and breathed in deeply.

The combination of several delightful aromas, being released by the sweet smelling flowers -that ran like snakes on the walls of the courtyard, saturated my nose.

I stared at the small pool in...