Ramblings

Descriptive writing sketches

The light softly crept across the meadow, gently shining upon the dewy grass. Slowly, the world was starting to wake. Flowers opening, trees swaying, and bird songs drifting on the wind. Their sweet notes reaching the ears of the sleepy town, and causing all to awaken. Their eyes fluttering open, and each starting their own little routines. One girl sitting up in her bed by the window, to watch the day begin. Another rolling out from under the warm covers, quickly getting dressed, before the cold sets them shivering. One dozing on, deciding to finish his dream rather than get out of bed. Animals were waking too, deer wandering looking for their breakfast, dogs shaking off their sleep and running outside, cats yawning in the pale, warm sunshine. The world was at peace.

The blustery wind chilled me to my core, the frost nipping at my reddened cheeks. The stars gently winking at me in the deep, indigo sky. The leaf-less tree branches shaking as they were blown back and forth. An overwhelming sense of calm drifts over me. I can hear the gentle lapping of the water mixing with the moaning winds. What is this feeling? Is it loneliness? And yet, I don't feel alone. I stare up at the moon, and I let out a little gasp at it's beauty. The wind has left the trees and is now brushing against my cheeks affectionately, tousling my hair in the process. My old boots contrast starkly with the shadowy grass. I lean back against a tree. My tree. A million thoughts swirl in my head. Words. Feelings. Moments. People. It always comes back to that. Every rabbit trail I wander, every train track I cross, everything leads back to someone.
I turn my head away from the memories before me. Embarrassing ones, painful ones, that I wish I could forget. But the mind is a beautifully cruel being.

The warmth seeps into my bones, as I lie on my back in the lush grass.
Eyes barely open, to avoid burning them from the blaring sun, but open enough to watch the fluffy white clouds move lazily across the sky. A smile creeps over my face as I drink in the beauty. Silently thanking my Maker for his awe-inspiring creativity. After a few minutes, I roll over. Chin resting on my hands. Green eyes wide open. And start playing with the wildflowers surrounding me. Braiding the soft purple clover in with the bright yellow golden rod, and the stark white daisies. I tap my chin in thought. I add in a few small, bright blue flowers. And a single red flower that happened to brush against my hand, as if trying to communicate that it wanted to be put in too. I look up to see a silhouette in the distance. Barely visible against the dark trees. The shadowy figure steps into the sun and lights up, revealing him suddenly. He sees me and breaks out into a jog. He reaches me quickly, and with a loud "THUD" he falls onto the grass beside me. I snort with laughter, and he flashes his goofy grin up at me. Daintily, I place the flower crown on his head. He stares up at my face with a warm smile and eyes full of light...and throws a handful of grass at me. Laughing, I do the same to him, til we're chasing each other, shrieking, around and around the little clearing. Until at last, we both fall down on the ground, giggling, and gasping for breath. I look over at him. Flower crown slightly askew but still on his golden brown hair, streaked with small bits of grass. His hazel eyes closed in laughter and exhaustion. His smile as big as ever, just with his mouth open now, panting for air. My eyes shine with amusement. We both put our heads down and look up at the meandering clouds once more. But this time, together.

The soft grey steam slowly curls out of her tea and into the air, warming her freckled, slightly reddened nose as she takes a sip. Rays of sunshine filters in the window, streaming around her on all sides. Her brown hair set ablaze it's golden light. Her glasses fogging up, slightly concealing her bright green eyes. She lets out a little sigh of contentment as she settles into her blankets and resumes her people watching. Her chosen nook was a cozy little window seat in the corner of her small apartment, piled with soft pastel-colored blankets, white and grey pillows, and a few odd books strewn about. Outside was a tall, winding tree, just barely starting to unfurl it's small green leaves for the spring. Down below was a busy little street, with people rushing here and there and everywhere. She loved to watch them go about their lives, and often made up backgrounds and stories about them to pass the time. She wrapped her cold hands around her favorite mug, letting it's heat sink in. Quickly losing herself in thought again. "For all i know," she reasoned, "that middle-aged blonde woman, bending down to pick up her papers blown away by the breeze, is a queen, long forgotten by her people." Pleased with this thought. She moved on. "The red haired girl, skipping happily alongside her father, could be a little fairy, granting wishes to those who intrigued her." Smiling, and sinking a little deeper into her nest, she mused "People are so much more than what shows on the surface."

*question:
Should I draw these short paragraphs out into a full story?