Kristin leaned into the wind, letting the infectiousness of its rushing laughter in her ears bring a smile to her face. She noticed the cold, but it didn't bother her. The creek bubbled below where she was perched, audible when the wind took a moment to breathe before blowing once more. The sparkling water clashed over the rocks and splashed into divets and pools, taking its time on the journey to the larger brook downstream.
Her hands grasped the weathered rock, fitting into the worn gashes and old cracks. The rock was rough – the calloused hands of an old worker, now retired, but forever bearing the token of his youth. Fluffy moss brushed her thumb, the green carpet attempting to soften the rock's harder edges.
The smell of earth whirled about her, reminding her of the place's age. The woody smell of tree bark mingled with the sweet odor of falling leaves and the old, indefinable one of moss and dirt and slow decay. The wind that carried the fragrance to her had a scent all its own – one of cold and crisp winter's chill. The combination of these smells was the unmistakable fragrance of autumn. She could taste the sweet, cold, earthy air on her tongue.
Kristin tilted her head back and the let the frigid sprites of autumn tangle their playful fingers in her curly hair, relaxing into the rhythmic pull and tug of their play.
Inspiration: a brief moment
I loved reading this - though honestly, I felt it could have been a tiny bit longer. Perhaps I'm only saying this due to reading it while the cool autumn air was blowing through my window, making me feel a tad dramatic myself. xD
ReplyDeleteVery nice. :D