Serenity

Open for Interpretation, meant to inspire. :)

There she was; standing, feeling, tasting. Her eyes were shut; she could feel the wind reaching out with deft fingers, playing with her ebony hair, tugging on her garments. She could hear the grass as it swayed in that wind, dancing to the symphony those fingers conducted. The blades were just as moved by it as she. She was standing in this field, atop a rolling hill, listening, touching, communing. Her eyes were shut because, she found, if you eliminate that sense, everything becomes much more alive and, well, real. With arms spread wide, she began to picture the sounds in her mind. It was surreally beautiful, elegant, inspiring. The colors flew in synchronization with the music, blue, yellow, green, purple, red, orange. The grass was still the natural light brown hue, but it has a phosphorescent glow that made it almost seem heavenly.  The sky was also glowing, but it was deep azure. The serenity of the moment was perfection. The peace that flowed in and out of her very being made her want to never leave, she wanted to stay, and never be in strife again.