The sweet sunshine pours through the tress way above, a canvas of leaves, with gaps inbetween that gleams down in little shafts illuminating the pollen hanging in the air. My iPod is blaring, but I can no longer hear it. My mind is buzzing, with thoughts of this and that whirling around it. A smile is glued to my face, due to the beauty of what lays ahead of me further than the eye can see. I have taken myself, my iPod, and my book to a field, with a log to one corner. I weigh up the choices of where I can place myself, and decide to release my spontaneity, venturing to a sunny spot just behind a scraggly bush. I lose myself within the pages of 'Emma' - if books are for people who wish they were someone else, it's awfully lucky that I don't agree with much of my life. The sun begins to set, purples, oranges, and harsh, yet somehow soothing pinks burst through the sky. I pick myself up off of the grass, and take a stroll back towards the house. My head is in the clouds, and my heart is in someone elses hands, yet I am happy. I am at one with myself. As I approach the house, I lose all sense of wholeness, release, and calm. I let myself in, and turn automatically into my room, to watch out of the window, the sun set into a blur of more calming colours, and hope that tomorrow may hold the same.
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