Ransoms and Ramblings

serenity

She opened the white-glass doors and stepped out into the warm spring air. A faint wind blew past her as she spread her arms out and inhaled deeply, breathing the clear green-scented breeze. Sitting down on the sand-brown wood, she closed her eyes and tilted her head back with an expression of innocent, quiet joy.

The glow lit upon her, dancing with small pixie leaps across her skin. Far above, the ancient green of the treetops swayed and whispered gently, tinted with the faintest gold light. Little birds with their breasts of orange hopped through the grass, their earthen wings tucked against their bodies as they sought out meals. Drifts of fur brushed past her bare-skin legs as their wearers bounded by.

The sun's-light turned the insides of her eyelids crimson and amber, and warmed her to her very core. Her mind cleared, leaving nothing but the silent happiness that abided within her soul.

For the sky was hollow, and the world was round, and the dreams of starlings were equal to the worries of kings.

As they had always been.

As they should always be.

A smile drifted across her upturned face, and she was at peace.

—Ruby