Maggie stood facing the sink with the window opened letting the early spring breeze fill the room with fresh air. Sprigs of hair escaping the bonds of the ponytail band fluttered around her smudged face after a day of Spring-cleaning. Her lips curved slightly into a contented smile thinking about the glowing rooms and feeling a sense of accomplishment. A thinning calico apron covering her clothing in the front as it had her mother for many years swayed gently as a whisper of wind caught its folds. Maggie, deep in her own thoughts, softly hummed a familiar song as she carefully cleaned each dish. Johnny’s heart pounded in his chest as he fell in love all over again as he watched Maggie enjoyed being alone.