Fiery leaves slowly dropped from the old oak trees, Revealing cracks of light splitting through the forest. The air felt frosty and had the smell of freshly picked apples, It was shaded in the woods and had endless roots to explore. A stream ran down a nature made trail surrounded by cloudy green moss, carefully self watering each tree. Under my feet leaves cracked and crunched and big vibrant birds sang their way down each stumpy branch. My feet felt warm and dry in my fluffy socks and my bright yellow jacket collected the drops of water sprouting from the tree tops. A simple breeze flowed past me, lifting my hair up behind me.
The town smelt like smoke and sizzling chicken. Red and yellow lights flooded the streets and old shops produced a steamy glow from the side of the road. People seemed delighted as they herd traditional music play and splashed through the almost dry puddles. It was a social town, with people connected to their devices and filming anything merely important.
My morning coffee tasted warm and smooth, studying early on a crisp Saturday morning just felt right. The little cafe was made out of a green house and was almost entirely glass, white wooden crates held masses of plants and most of the tables were high tables. The cafe was mostly empty and the staff liked to play simple jazz music, which I didn't have a problem with because it helped me think. My MacBook was placed on the glass table directly next to my coffee and my stomach waited anxiously for the food to arrive.
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Moment in time
Short Story- This is a small book that includes descriptive scenes that I wrote. - Personally I think this book is about capturing the essence of a moment in time that people often ignore or forget about. I also wrote this to show my love for detail and descri...
