in love

The brass horn of a trumpet sounded through the hills. A majestic roar of humble horses, drummers beating the leather to dust, blasting into the seemingly endless space of hilly, grassy terrain. Wind blows from tree to tree, sheep to sheep, reminding them of the delicate ocean that lay miles away. People gathered around a small clearing of bushes and a field of grass and sat down. The wind blew through their hair and into their ears. A gentle cry from a nearby horse rang out as though a bell had just been rung, but lightly, very lightly... As they sat down they began pondering the sky.. The clouds. The sky had not rained in days yet the rain seemed undesirable for them, at the moment. They were very contemplative, almost like children who had overtaken a quiet spell. The nature of what mood they were in, after frolicking the fields and nearby forested area, brought them to a very still, statue-like order, although their thoughts were not so still. A brisk smile rested gently on their faces, portraying a deep rest, entertaining to any nearby onlooker a scene of gentle thoughts, positive ones as if stacked onto each other like the construction of a log cabin, Each log, delicately, positively simple, each orderly placed creating a concrete, homey log cabin. as seconds glided by, their bodies began moving, like a soft twitch, a small bird was inside looking, formulating strategies to get out. A finger softly petted the grass, along with the bare feet gently stroking through individual blades of grass. as insects began recognizing the scent of sweet creatures, an adventurous will overtook them, and bugs of unknown race began journeying to find food for the energy of a days work. The wind began pushing, like a boxer and a punching bag, its strength began growing although its purpose unknown.

As the wind grew in passion the clouds got darker, moving faster, and the trees rustled and moved to each measurable force of air. The leaves created a soft noise, and for the resters, created a joyful balance to offset the partial anger of the wind. The bugs seemingly jumped at the weather's prompt surge, responding in a timely manner simply by moving faster, picking up the pace. The soil underneath each blade of grass prickled with excitement, in nervous anticipation of the smooth yet constant touch that is brough by a rain storm. As the wind grew in energy, so did the bugs, and the trees began blowing from one place to another. The restful youth started looking into each pair of eyes, as though they also knew a storm would come, being in such a delicate yet natural state. One of the three girls stood up, abandoning her pose of lying on her stomach with her head resting softly in her hands, observing each blade of grass. As she stood up, so did both girls, as did both young men, with the delicate feeling of inspiration. One of the girls, as she had been sitting Indian style with hands resting lightly behind her on the ground, eyes directed at the sky, took a deep breath: inhale - light as a feather exhale - as she started prouncing for about four seconds, she quickly looked back at her friends with a look that is worth a thousand words, but most importantly exclaimed to the four other youth: 'Let's Run!'

Thunder snapped through the sky like a knife stabbing a pillow, and a sewer by trade refilling it, sewing it back together. Soft yet bright fits of lightning changed the shade of the leaves and the sky, creating a natural neon color that was so recently being observed by the restful youth. Trees blew in the direction wanted by the wind, and as the bushes began moving so did the five youth, as the chased after the young girl headed towards the woods. Although their run was slow as a brisk jog, their minds were completely centered in the moment, almost as a blender filled with the fear of the storm, the anticipation of the rain, the health of youth un-tainted by the adventures of teenage hood. A blender filled with these feelings & thoughts ready to make a vibrant smoothy, in the process of making one. The soil prickled up and the leaves turned over, the trees although emotionless became overcome with enthusiasm. As the five children entered the small wooded area they had once explored, they looked back and observed a down pour unlike any other, droplets of water unique but un-point-out-able, for thousands upon thousands of rain drops landed each second spawning wonderment and divine awe in each youthful soul.