One crisp April morning...
I open my window this crisp April morning and it feels more like Winter than Spring, I am far from the ocean shore but the breeze brings me scents of my far away home while the cold in the air cuts through my thoughts like a knife. The sea of grass outside undulates to a northern wind like an ocean teaming with life, forming green waves that reach as far as I can see and take with them my hopes and my dreams, making me wish for warmer winds, fueling my imagination with a fire full of magic and... Sign in to see full entry.