An excerpt from something new that I've been working on. Please tell me what you think!!
The harmonic wind whistles past my face, trailing through the long, red locks of my hair. The sky-coloured beads, gently strung onto my hair, tinkle lightly in the breeze. The wind.
Some people say you have to see something to believe something. I think, that all you need to do is believe, and that something becomes real for you.
I assume, that the expression on my face is peaceful, as I have practiced so for many years. For I cannot see myself, only in a mirror, but even then, it feels wrong, which is why I have not used a mirror for five years, the last time when I was an Ascent. My hands are flat and pressed together, elbows out and pointing outwards to where the sun rises and falls, and the tips of my fingers pointing to the highest point of its journey. The sun shines down on me, bathing me in a heavenly glow.