Sunlight.
Touching the tips of trees, far away hills, a church spire. A soft golden glow
on the edges of the world - on the bowl of the sky smeared with white-orange
gobs of oil paint. And stillness. Still
and quiet and alone I stand in the shadowed center of the honeyed edges of the
world. A thousand whispers through the
trees caress and sway the gold-tipped branches, send ripples through a pond of
grass, hold me in a perfect moment of joyful loneliness.
I really liked the tone you took with sunlight. Sun is naturally associated with positive moods; describing it as morose but beautiful was clever. I love the phrase "hold me in a perfect moment of joyful loneliness." You should use this setting in one of your stories. It would be an interesting way to begin.
ReplyDeletethis sounds so familiar! did you take inspiration from a novel? great imagery btw
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