The moon was near enough tonight to smear like freshly painted painting on a canvas. I quickly threw on a giant maroon hoodie, soft dark blue jeggings, and white converse and hurried my self down the carpeted stairs to the kitchen. From there I grabbed Doritos, hot sauce, jelly beans, Vanilla Coke, and peanut butter.
Moving swiftly to the couch I got a soft micro-fiber blanket and a cushion. Silently, I moved out the door. In my cemented garage I swiped
my 9 year old bike into my hand. I put the yellow sack that carried food onto my back, the cushion in a basket and the old brown blanket onto my lap because it was a very chilly night.
I petered onto the emptied street to my special field filled with life, beauty, and nature. The bike ride there couldn't have been more than seven minutes. It was a little while ago, a little blurry, but sometimes I remember it like yesterday.
Rapidly I set my stuff down into the off white grass surrounding me and watched the moon be smeared. With the light brown cushion behind me and the cuddly brown blanket with multiple holes in it atop my body. The stars were draw in by pencil and the galaxy was a swirl of paints.
I reached my hand into the bag full of goodies and pulled it all of my amazing junk foods. While I was sitting there, enjoying life at its fullest, watching the leaves fall in Autumn and the grass engulfing me, I realized something. Life could be complete.
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Moonlit Skies
RomanceI stared up at the moon hoping it would speak to me, hoping it would guide me. It beaconed me touch it, to smear it like a freshly painted canvas. The moon gave me hope. It represented love and admiration. It represented fate and happiness. It...
