Inserting Sensory Detail

Inserting Sensory Detail - student project

Breathe in. Breathe out. The world is still around me, masked in the low light of the moon. Atop the hill, there is nothing but the cold biting at my nose and the soft breeze tickling my back. The town below me is giving its last yawns of the day. If not for the light of a few candles pulling my eyes, I would say it was already asleep. The leaves of the tree create their own music as they dance to the wind. Soft and slow, they play a tune that brings warmth to my body. Behind the town, on the other side of the valley, the hills push into the sky before melting into it. And there is where the stillness stops. The wind pushes a few straggling clouds across the sky, breaking up the speckled light of the stars. And those that weren’t obscured played with one another, pin-pricks of light winding and weaving and chasing across the sky. They sparkled with the joy of a child. And brighter than them all was the moon, it stood stalwart among the stars. It watched the children play and guided them out when the morning would eventually come. I stood, the grass beneath me complaining as I do, and began my walk back into town to join the sleep. The still world and the moving sky my calming compatriots. Breathe in. Breathe out.