“Looks like a unicorn to me,” Win said, pointing at the cloud.
He was sprawled on a wooden picnic table in his grandparents’ backyard, his knees dangling off the edge. Next to him was Erik, a friend he considered like a brother. They had played together in that very backyard as kids, building forts and pretending to be explorers in distant lands. The smell of freshly mowed grass mixed with the sweet scent of blooming flowers created a nostalgic atmosphere that wrapped around them like a war