You stop and feel the gentle breeze of the early winds.
"Ahhh, the air sure is nice huh?" You quietly whisper, the gentle caress of the early morning breeze stroking your hair and sending it adrift in the slightest manner. The quiet whisper echoes along the night-casted walls, your feet feel cool against the soft grass and firm dirt. With every second staring at the cold blue moon brings back nostalgic memories from your childhood, like times where your mother sang you lullabies at night, or when your father reads countless of fairytales, and both always ending it with a chaste kiss on the forehead, before leaving you to drift off to your own dreamland. You begin to smile, setting down your watering can, and enjoy the quiet night. The crickets chirping remind you of when you caught your first insect, whilst your flower patch from years ago remain bustling and blooming. The ocean waves remind you of swimming in the cool ocean, the scent of seaspray tickling your nose, and leaving you with a sense of bliss. The rustling of leaves remind you of when you first moved here, where Tom Nook decides to get you to his shop for you to work and pay off your debt. Memories and memories from years and years ago began flooding through your mind, a content sigh escaping your lips.
"I never meant to come here," you uttered "but I am glad I did."
[Happy 12 Years to Toritopia. Memories from April 15, 2008.]
