Standing upon a bridge, the metal tendrils interwoven to create an intricate design, you breathe in the crisp air gently blowing against your face. You grasp the metal bars to steady yourself, the surface hard and chilled from the cold winds. The water below you laps rhythmically against the shore, it's murky depths tinted pink and orange from the setting sun. The horn of a boat sounds in the distance, the noise being carried on the salty sea air. Out in the distance the Eiffel tower is silhouetted against the blue gray sky, now slowly fading to soft pastels as the sun dips below the horizon. Black storm clouds ripple overhead casting an ominous aura over the serene view before you. Behind you people murmur their conversations as they quickly pass by, wanting to get inside before the rain pours down from the dark puffy clouds. You stand there, embracing the breeze on your cheeks, and the lapping of water in your ears knowing you wouldn't want to be anywhere else than where you stand.
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General FictionThese short paragraphs are designed to pull you out of reality and into the setting that is written about, and calm your mind from the stress of everyday life.
