Post by stickeen on Oct 26, 2007 1:29:32 GMT -5
The girl sat, overcome with simplicity, on top of a ruby red slide.
Her folded legs were covered in dark denim and on her feet she wore white, paint splattered converse shoes. The burgundy sweatshirt that was wrapped fittingly around her was zippered completely, hiding her white t-shirt underneath. Her hair was unfastened and draped gracefully over her shoulders.
The girl's eyes were wondering, sweeping from tree to tree surrounding her. Leaves of yellow and orange were gently ruffling in the light morning breeze. She yearned for her sketchpad and pencils; how idiotic could she be, forgetting such a thing as that? It was unbearably frustrating.
And yet, the girl could not be angry. She could only watch the golden leaves play joyfully together, following them with blue orbs as they danced for her and cartwheeled in the air. She thought to herself about how nice it would feel to be that free; to dance and play and laugh... Instead of being imprisoned, as she was, by the pesky nature of the human mind.
The sun was nearly risen; pink and orange streaks painted the sky like ribbons flowing and twisting from the spool. In that moment, everything was golden around her. To be perfectly frank, she looked terribly unremarkable next to such a scene. But Maci didn't care. She wasn't much one for standing out.
She thought herself so incredibly lucky to be sitting there, on her ruby red slide. The marvelous land scape was an escape from her subconscious as her blue orbs scanned the scene multiple times, memorizing intricate details unseen by people who don't care to look.
People who don't appreciate golden simplicities.