AN – Here we are again. Enjoy.
Day Two: Meadow
Sarid and Asher sat beneath a tall tree, the branches overhead rustling as wind rushed through them, few red-gold leaves gently floating down and settling on the ground, where they were tossed about by soft breezes. The tall grass around them was losing its color, fading from the summer green to a pale, light yellowish-tan that shone brilliantly in the sun, the stalks rustling with the branches as the wind weaved through them. Autumn wildflowers bobbed in the wind, little spots of pink coneflowers, the pale blue-purple lobelias, phloxes ranging from white to a bold, dark purple, the rounded yellow blooms of tansies, and the spiked, blueish spheres of thistles. Butterflies flitted from one flower to the next, their flights disrupted by the cool autumn breeze.
Beyond the grass and flowers were the trees, ranging from robust reds to burning oranges and aureate yellows, with an ever green scattered here and there, spots of dark green among a sea of warm, fiery colors.
Asher felt warm against her, she leaning against him with her head against his shoulder, hands together and fingers intertwined. His head moved, resting atop hers, Sarid barely able to feel his warm breath ghost over part of her head before the cool breeze brushed it away. They heard the honking of geese as they flew in formation over head, over the sound of other birds and their melodic, soothing chirps – fewer due to the season.
All of it together, it almost seemed like a dream, yet better.
It was real.
AN – Done.