"The stars are so beautiful tonight," I said to myself as I relaxed on a grassy cliff with nothing but the ocean in sight, shining like sparkling glass against the bright moon that overlooked above. To the left of me laid my green coat, seemingly faded throughout the years I've owned it. On my right was my camera with batteries drained from the constant use of photography. The gentle breeze given by the tides of the ocean blew against my blue, rather messy hair; however, this breeze was a familiar sensation felt all too long ago, a sort of old friend.
I sit up, arching my back slightly as my hand ran swiftly against the soft, bladed grass below. "She was always afraid of the dark," I mumbled, unable to take my gaze off from the stars above, "but I bet if she could see what I am seeing now, she might not be so afraid anymore."
Laughing to myself, my mind began to wander off into distant memories that felt anything but distant.