They lived fast and revelled in life. It was 1952 and times were good. It was the height of spring and the sky had brightened again. She let her head rest lazily on the back of the seat, the wind cool on her face as they drove under the avenue of birch trees. She looked up and watched the shadows rapidly move over her, losing herself in the clear blue sky. He changed gears and roared with laughter as the speed thrust them forward. His sheepskin lined leather jacket and sunglasses framed his handsomeness, his long hair whipping wildly in the wind as he took her hand and smiled. They were the picture of high society gone naughty, breakaway souls, fleeing for a better life. She felt the invincibility of youth and love and let it warm her from the inside. She tucked a lose strand of hair back into the satin scarf tied effortlessly around her head and let a smile spread across her face.