To The Moon

Innocence Is Bliss

Night falls, the moon desperately trying to shine through the clouds that hover below it. A beautiful house, completely surrounded by wild life, both grown naturally, and by the handy work of someone who knows how to garden. Trails branching off from the front door were grass no longer grows, showing the history of the paths once chosen by the home owners. Beautiful purple flowers sheltered next to the walls of the house that stands only a short walk away from the lighthouse, overlooking the ocean that crashes against the cliff side. The house itself is composed of both light and dark grey brick, and a blue shingled roof. The front door, carved from the wood of a local oak tree that once stood nearby. Inside we find that music is being played, a soft, yet simple tune being played on a beautifully kept black grand piano. The little girl playing is wearing a yellow gown with intricate little designs sewn into the cloth. Her silky brown hair is pulled into two separate ponytails, pointing horizontally from each other. She continues to play the melody she's learned after months of practicing, while her brother waits impatiently for her to finish her turn on the piano. As she finishes the last few measures of the song she's memorized, she goes down the keys, turning the notes softer, pushing each note gentler as she goes, until she reaches the last note of the song, and waits as the echo of the final note rings throughout the house, slowly dissipating within its walls, disappearing into nothingness.

To Be Continued...