The two flaps on the sides of my head were filled with sounds of composure. The crickets have awakened from last night's slumber but the trees, they were just beginning their sleep to dream of winter. Crisp leaves cushion the ground in layers of bittersweet tangerine and bronze. What I could make of the reflective surface in my periphery was a pond, with unusual origami creatures swimming about. The cranes! They were creating their own design of concentric circles in synchrony. What could this place be?
Tiny plump hot air balloons started falling from the sky, carrying paint in every colour imaginable. I burst open my transparent umbrella, and it reluctantly lifted me from the ground. The bare soles of my feet tried to map out the terrain it has known all its life, and eventually lost touch. Autumn leaves flew around me in swirls, bidding me a sweet adieu. Today, I fly away.
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Descriptive prose exercise no.1, because I want to improve on my writing! I will start to translate places and situations I only imagine into prose, because I wanna share to you how the places in my head look like. Yay!
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