Three by Five

The golden ball was descending, spilling crimson red dye all over the land. It's majestic sight, the magnificent scenery. I was awestruck, as I trekked down the path. Joggers brushed past me; couples locking hands. They collided into my direction. "Tighten up" and "Steer clear", was what the voices in me that bellowed. Sucking in lumps of air, the diaphragm expanded. I could smell... Fresh lemon fragrance and crisp pandan leaves as the door of the brand new SLK350 came ajar. I wanted to paint you a picture. I wanted to give you a three by five. I wanted... I wanted it all. Guess I could have never been able to paint the picture: your birthday present.