A Series of Thoughts
I stand outside. A cold wind whips at my face, yet I do not seem to mind. I watch the sun in the sky shining down upon the barren fields. Its weak light offers no comforting warmth; all it does is light the sky with a cold, pale glow.
A gray wisp drifts towards me on the wind, carrying the acrid smell of smoke. Small clouds skitter about the sky, as if they were running from some un-seen danger.
The trees are bare; no green foliage adorns the skeletal, black branches. The wind whistles through the twigs, creating a soft moan, and whipping my hair about my face, and into my eyes. I sigh, and brush it away.
A long, gravel path stretches before me, like a road to the un-known. Dead, brown grass grows along its edges, whispering in the wind.
I wish I could see the wind. What would it look like? Would it be solid, liquid? Could I touch it?
I hear my name being called; these questions must wait for another day, another time, another person. I turn away from the barren landscape, and leave my wondering thoughts to the wind.
It's not really Fairy Tale, but it's not anything else, either, so I just put it here. Hope you like it! Check out my profile, and I will have a link to a pic from Click on it, and you will see the picture I took for this chapter. REVEIW!