Incandescent.
The gentle breeze
Like an autumn fall
The wind was tickling my fingertip
And the leaves sighed with a crisp
A snowman lay forgotten by a pile
The dust clouding up in my mind
The rain did a dance with my cheek
No one there to see me crying
All these seasons rushed in a blur
My head is aching
Cupping my chin
My wrist so fragile
So paper thin
Thrilling
I conquered a metal behemoth and rode it from my home to the castle walls that await my future
I battled the elements as the wind hurriedly attempted to blow me away, swiping at my face with its invisible claws
Ran into an old friend, we took a journey across the border in our own lands to partake in a heavy spicy feast
I absorbed the words of a wise countess, explaining the worlds life essence to me
Then off to fight the metal monster again before arriving back at my own stronghold and plopping down amidst my warm and comfortable bedding.
My Day
A day, is hard to describe in many ways.It could make your heart soar. It could make you wish you weren't on the face of the earth.
My day, however, is a different story. It's a mix. It is a ray of sunshine and a black cloaked world at the same time.
It is peculiar.