The wind is blowing from the North clash small shape.
Brown hair is the undulation of her blown by the wind.
Amarine sitting on a bench cross the front of the House in the midst of the sky completely black.
She think of a story that has happened to her in the Christmas night in the past.
It is like a dream, but it is true.
She was reminded of Lucas, said Lucas with her tea before she arrives in front of the House.