Pink and Blue

Left to right, the horizon was pink. Pink into orange: orange into purple: purple into black. Behind was darkness with spheres of light gleaming, tearing apart the blackness. The verge of the cliff, which was greying ginger and tanned, leads to a navy blue wave. The sound of the water drumming the cliff sounded stunning. The white foam springs backwards ready to be hauled forwards again leaving bubbles for the amber and ruby fish to play with. The grass, wet with dew drops, swayed to the rhythm of the wind. The picnic blanket was cold from the brisk pure air that surrounded us. With only one slice of cake left, the wicker basket is left forgotten to the side. I sat up straight, with my legs crossed. My Ugg boots, that are coloured beige, keep my feet warm. Whilst my legs, in my pattern black jeans, are left cold. My loose pink shirt blows with my hair in the wind. My black locks keep hitting my face and getting in my eyes. The rest of me cold, bar my shoulders. The basketball jacket, which is light blue and white, rests on my shoulders. I let my green eyes rest for a brief moment as I watch the sun go to sleep. My breath gets lost in a matter of seconds as I feel a warm hand wrap its self around my waist pulling me to a warmer, body. I can feel its strength. I gently place my head on the black fabric pulling on his shoulder. He lifted my head up using my chin as a focus point. I slowly looked up and allowed my eyes to meet his. His brown eyes felt warm and comforting to look at. Tilting his head to the right, he closed his eyes and pressed his soft lips against my own