Coping Challenge Take Two
Moonlight in Vermont
Fewthistle
Coping Challenge Take Two
TOS
Words: 110 (getting so much better *g)
Serena sat on the porch of the small white house, listening as the crickets began their nightly serenade. Closing her eyes, all the tension left her as she breathed in deeply, filling her lungs to capacity. This is what she had needed. Here in the dark Vermont night, nothing else existed.
Breathing in through her mouth, she could taste each individual plant and weed, each shard of granite and clot of clay, each tree and shrub, the tannic of the pines lingering on her palette. The world tasted of earth and stone, of burgeoning mold and the last of the autumn leaves, of river and sky. It tasted of home.
Fewthistle
Coping Challenge Take Two
TOS
Words: 110 (getting so much better *g)
Serena sat on the porch of the small white house, listening as the crickets began their nightly serenade. Closing her eyes, all the tension left her as she breathed in deeply, filling her lungs to capacity. This is what she had needed. Here in the dark Vermont night, nothing else existed.
Breathing in through her mouth, she could taste each individual plant and weed, each shard of granite and clot of clay, each tree and shrub, the tannic of the pines lingering on her palette. The world tasted of earth and stone, of burgeoning mold and the last of the autumn leaves, of river and sky. It tasted of home.