Perfection

Here's an exercise I wrote on weather. Enjoy!

Perfection

The golden sun beamed down on Brooklynn Ann as she relaxed in the fresh field of wildflowers. It was a lovely summer day, and she was surrounded by God’s breathtaking creations. The sun, high in the sky, shone hot against her pale skin yet it was perfect in its glory. The clouds above her were as white as cotton, shaped to perfection. Shifting with the breeze the clouds continuously gathered throughout the sky.  As Brooklynn Ann lay there silently, she sought to understand how God could create such a magnificent piece of artwork. Brooklynn Ann enjoyed long walks by herself; it gave her an opportunity to set out on her own and enjoy the views, taking in every aspect of the wilderness surrounding her.

 Off in the distance she heard flowing water. She wanted to find it, to see what it was. The sun was still shining and there was a breeze in the air surrounding her. The wind moved through her auburn brown hair as she listened for flowing water coming towards her.

 The locations that her family chooses to venture to never disappoint Brooklynn Ann. She continued to be amazed at the landscapes and views that she finds on each trip. This trip’s sensation was unlike any other for her. She felt a connection with her surroundings, like it was a part of her. She could feel God around her as she wandered, mesmerized by the beauty of the whole experience.

Brooklynn Ann found the music she had been searching for. Thirty feet away from where she stood, a fresh crystal stream flowed elegantly with the breeze. She slipped off her sandals, and slipped her feet into the icy water. It was a refreshing feeling and brought chills to her soul. She slid deeper into the water and the tiny bumps continued to rise on her skin. Brooklynn Ann closed her eyes and took a deep breath, bringing fresh air into her chest. 

Brooklynn Ann stepped out of the chilling water and sat upon a rock. She looked up into the sky, and noticed that the sun was beginning to fall. It was getting colder and she needed to head back to the campground. Brooklynn Ann did not desire to leave the place that she was in. She wanted to stay there forever, amazed in the glory of God’s creations.

She slipped her sandals back on and made her way to her family’s camp sight.

“Where did you run off to?” Her mother asked.

“Just walking… I took a book and read in a daisy field nearby for a few hours and soaked my feet at the creek.”

“Sounds lovely, darling.”

Lovely doesn’t even begin to explain it, Brooklynn Ann thought. She sat herself in her favorite chair by the campfire as the flames grew bigger and brighter. Above her, the stars were beginning to peek their way out of the dark sky.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it, mom?” She asked.

“What’s that?”

“The stars, the sky, the wind, the fire… It’s all so beautiful.”

Laughter

Heres a little exercise I did on laughter; Please Enjoy!!

             It was a perfect night, as the wind echoed around us. I missed these times, when Nat and I could come together and enjoy quality “sister-time”. Times like these were rare, as I had moved three hours away. She was my best friend, the one I confided in about all of my secrets, the one who stood by me through everything. We were enjoying the gorgeous spring air around us as we lay on a quilt in the grassy field watching the brightness of the stars in the dark charcoal sky.

“Do you remember those times when we use to spend hours locked outside of the house, bored out of our freaking minds, and all we could think to do was to pour sand into Spark and Lady’s noses, just so that they would sneeze?” Nat giggled. It was more of an evil cackle though, rather than an expression of amusement.

 I remembered all too well. We must have been eight and five at the time; we would scoop up the grains of sand into the palms of our hands and then one by one, let the gritty specks fall into the noses of our Bloodhound pups as they were sleeping on the concrete.

A loud guffaw began to escape from inside me. I couldn’t even help it, as it escaped my pursed lips. Nat’s laugh was contagious, and with my sudden bursts of laughter added in beside her we sounded like a roaring pack of hyenas.

“What about when we went out to dinner with mema and papa, and I was trying to teach you how to wrap your spaghetti around you fork, so that you wouldn’t get in trouble for using your fingers” I squawked loudly, “and then as you tried to do it yourself you dropped the noodles onto your lap!”

“I got in so much trouble for that. Papa yelled at me in front of everybody.” She was cracking up now, as tears filled her eyes. “I was humiliated!” She tried to gather her composure, which only resulted in more hilarity.

“Remember when we would sneak into papa’s room and steal his honey roasted peanuts when he went outside?”

I couldn’t help but giggle. “Yes, we would run down the hallway at a sprint, grab a handful of peanuts, screw the lid tight, and rush into our bedrooms into our closet and eat them.”

Nat exploded into hysterics as she laid her head on my stomach. “And then when he came inside he would say ‘who got into my peanuts?!?’ and we would act as if we knew nothing. But we knew that he knew we had snuck some. He always knew!”

We lay there together not as sisters, but as best friends. Staring into the sky I began to realize that it was times like these that we had to hold on to. I looked at Nat; she looked at me. We erupted once again as our laughter floated away into the starry black sky.