Hello everyone! After years I'm now rewriting my second book.
Here is what I've wrote so far.
In the early morning where the sun is not yet visible. Only the orange hue of its light can be seen, as it slowly creeps into the azure-blue sky.
On a hill, stood a woman. Knee-high grass surrounded her. They moved in waves as the blades caught the light of sun's light, emerging from the horizen before her. The air smelt sweet, it was always this way during this season of blooms. She and her sister always layed on the grass and watched the night sky for hours until they fell asleep.