Under the Moon
Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2008 7:33 pm
I hope it's okay that I started a new topic...there were a lot of people writing in the 'Re-Introductions' post. I felt I'd get beginner's overload, haha.
Letty sat with her back against the trunk of a willow tree, watching its whip-like tendrils sway lazily in the breeze. It was one of those summer evenings that could’ve been mistaken for autumn, with the heat of the day steadily being cooled as the sun inched downwards to the horizon. Tonight was promising to be chilly, and no doubt it would only get colder as the season dwindled to an end. The young woman wasn’t bothered by the change; she liked how the trees seemed to be on fire and the silence that seemed to permeate the brisk air. For the time being, however, she was content with the breeze that teased her dirty blonde hair and the hem of her sundress.
She was getting bored with sitting so still though, so she rose unsteadily to her feet and threw her knapsack over her shoulder. To the left was a great expanse of hills, to the right the sound of a river beckoned. This was her first time exploring…wherever this was, and she had no idea where to go first. Her green eyes were drawn to the west, to a cluster of trees. Forests always held her interest; the way the light filtered through the leaves was very often a subject of her Polaroid, not to mention the birds, the deer, the...everything. For as cheerful and laughing as Letty could often be, sometimes peace was all she was looking for.
And so she was off, strolling under the dusky sky. By the time she got there it’d be hard to see, luckily she wasn’t afraid of the dark. Plus, her camera had a great flash; it could beat a flashlight any day. Like they – she couldn’t remember exactly whom – always said: be prepared. As she walked the ground underneath her feet transformed from brittle earth to loamy soil, and before you could spell her middle name [Eveline], there was a line of trees right in front of her.
The woods were so quiet that if she had possessed a little less courage it probably would’ve been unnerving, as it was she delighted in the sounds of the crickets and the way the trees almost seemed to sigh with the wind. Up above the brightest stars was beginning to emerge, but through the thick canopy it hard to see them at all. Not like it mattered – she had never been able to tell one constellation from another and she didn’t have the patience to bother. The nearly full moon, however, caught her eye and after producing her beloved camera she took a picture, with the white orb a startling contrast against the bleeding sky.
Any suggestions/feedback you could send my way would be awesome, or you could join and give me a little practice.
Either way, thanks so much!
Letty sat with her back against the trunk of a willow tree, watching its whip-like tendrils sway lazily in the breeze. It was one of those summer evenings that could’ve been mistaken for autumn, with the heat of the day steadily being cooled as the sun inched downwards to the horizon. Tonight was promising to be chilly, and no doubt it would only get colder as the season dwindled to an end. The young woman wasn’t bothered by the change; she liked how the trees seemed to be on fire and the silence that seemed to permeate the brisk air. For the time being, however, she was content with the breeze that teased her dirty blonde hair and the hem of her sundress.
She was getting bored with sitting so still though, so she rose unsteadily to her feet and threw her knapsack over her shoulder. To the left was a great expanse of hills, to the right the sound of a river beckoned. This was her first time exploring…wherever this was, and she had no idea where to go first. Her green eyes were drawn to the west, to a cluster of trees. Forests always held her interest; the way the light filtered through the leaves was very often a subject of her Polaroid, not to mention the birds, the deer, the...everything. For as cheerful and laughing as Letty could often be, sometimes peace was all she was looking for.
And so she was off, strolling under the dusky sky. By the time she got there it’d be hard to see, luckily she wasn’t afraid of the dark. Plus, her camera had a great flash; it could beat a flashlight any day. Like they – she couldn’t remember exactly whom – always said: be prepared. As she walked the ground underneath her feet transformed from brittle earth to loamy soil, and before you could spell her middle name [Eveline], there was a line of trees right in front of her.
The woods were so quiet that if she had possessed a little less courage it probably would’ve been unnerving, as it was she delighted in the sounds of the crickets and the way the trees almost seemed to sigh with the wind. Up above the brightest stars was beginning to emerge, but through the thick canopy it hard to see them at all. Not like it mattered – she had never been able to tell one constellation from another and she didn’t have the patience to bother. The nearly full moon, however, caught her eye and after producing her beloved camera she took a picture, with the white orb a startling contrast against the bleeding sky.
Any suggestions/feedback you could send my way would be awesome, or you could join and give me a little practice.
Either way, thanks so much!