I forgot the last time I felt this happy. I felt like I was drifting on clouds when my feet were still on the ground. I took off my shoes, running barefoot in the open expanse of grass. I collapsed to the ground, laughing at the clouds and lingered there for some time. The air smelled fresh and crisp, the way it always does the day after a storm. I had to refrain myself from making snow angels in the dirt. I could feel each individual blade of grass that brushed up against my arm. Every tiny gust of wind that blew pleats into my yellow dress. I could feel my spirit climbing, and I shut my eyes for a moment. I took a deep breath of clean air and got back up. I dug my toes into the soil, feeling the raindrops still lingering in the earth. I turned in circles, taking in the open landscape that surrounded me. There wasn't much to see, but somehow, everything was beautiful. The grass settled flat against the earth, ready to grow angelic dandelions. The way the mountains fit magnificently against the sky. The beautifully light clouds. I bet the air is even better up there. I felt gorgeously alone.
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General FictionHi guys! This is going to be my book of description writing. I hope you like it! I'll probably be writing about landscapes usually but requests are open! The chapters will probably vary between one paragraph and five in length. These will also usual...
