On this cold October morning, the wind gently kisses my cheeks. Slightly chilling my whole body as I stare out to the world in wonder. I inhale the crisp and unusually fresh air, letting my lungs engorge with it. My soft pink lips now flush red, the wind freezing them as it passes. A gentle tear rolls past, not out of sadness, but out of pure joy. The beautiful world takes over the pupil of my eye and fills it with it's magnificence.
Poetic_Indulgence · Sat Oct 04, 2008 @ 02:17pm · 0 Comments |