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The creek glistened under the pale moonlight, it reminded me of the blinding stars that brightened the dark sky, it was so beautiful.
The rushing of the creek was soft, but it still pulled you in like a song. Something you’d heard for the first time and became infatuated with the second it played in your ears. It was glorious . It was like a mother’s soft touch after you had cried for 2 hours, likely over something small, but meant so heavy to you in that moment…
How long have I been walking? It seemed like a millenia. Although, I may not say I am upset. It was so peaceful, it was something you could hang onto when nothing else was there.
The trees are very mystical in this time of day, which--now–was just beginning to be daylight. They look like something from a fairy book..the leaves were just turning shades of reds and oranges, and they were still wet from the rain that had passed not long before. The dew shone in the morning sun, just as the creek did in the moonlight. The earth, as well, had a heavy cast of reds and pinks from the sky.
Whenever it rains, afterwards, (and sometimes even during), the grass and trees look so vibrant and green that I have no choice but to just stop and stare in awe at the beauty of it all. The smell that accompanies it was amazing too, it was so fresh and with every breath you took, it revitalized your soul.
This is what was happening right now, in front of me. Sometimes, I forget how much I miss when I am so sucked in with city life, the internet, and school. You miss these moments in life so often, the moments that you can just breathe deeply and be grateful about your life. Realizing how happy you are to be alive to experience this joy; to witness this beauty. How happy I am to be alive..and feel this warmth in my soul.