Amidst the sea of cotton and gold, a lone tree loomed in which was where I visited often to gather my thoughts. That day, the sky had splashes of orange and pink as if a curious infant had been painting on a canvas. My eyes had already adjusted to the bright rays of light coming from the yellow orb in the sky. It was tranquil that day with the feeling of a steady, light breeze coming from the northwest. It flowed through my dark, almost black locks as I gazed at the sky in the other direction. It was serene. Just the way I liked it.
Little did I know this would be the last time I would be able to visit this place.