Descriptive Writing
She stood at the top of the hill overlooking the prairie, letting the warmth of the evening sun thaw her chilled heart. The wind dispersed her troubled thoughts as it gently wisped through her hair. She watched as the rustling grass danced in perfect unity. For a moment, she wondered why relationships couldn't be more like that. Perfect unity. But as she inhaled deeply to let out a sigh, the frangrance of the prairie overtook her. Ah! It was good to be home!
Is wisped a word? Hmmmm...
I am getting my writing "assignments"/ideas from Creative Writing Corner.
Oh, yes... I still haven't uploaded the bathroom pictures yet. Today was a lll-ooo-nnn-ggg day! I left the house at 7:45, came home at 4 to give the kids a short nap (which they didn't take), then left again at 5:45 to return home at 6:45. Fed the kids and put them to bed.
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