Tranquility

Her eyes sparkled with golden flecks of light.
The copper of her shirt reflected in the colors of her eyes.
Gently, the breeze swept tendrils of brown hair across her face.
She absently brushed them behind her ear.
She watched as the sun sank slowly behind the crest of the mountains.
Her pencil scratching across paper was the only harsh sound.
In the distance, she could hear the faint roar of a waterfall.
Close by, the twitter and whistling of the birds echoed back and forth among the trees.
As she finished the sketch, her eyes once again rested on the scene before her.
It was beautiful.
Tranquility.
Dusk softened the lines of trees into shadowy figures.
The mountain became solid ebony against a lighter sky.
Rustling softly among the leaves on the ground, the wind skipped across the clearing.
She folded her book and placed it and her pencils away in their cradle.
Standing a moment, her eyes drank in the last bits of light that peered over the mountain.
With a sigh of contentment, she pulled herself reluctantly from the quietness.
She walked to her cabin door and entered.
Softly, she closed the door behind her.
Stars appeared glimmering in the deep blue of the night sky.
The night was beautiful.
Tranquil.


~Natalie~

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