the sky was a crispazure, adorned with scatteredcotton-likeclouds, while a gentlebreezecarried the faintscent of rain and the temperaturehoveredcomfortably in the mid-70s, creating a perfectblend of tranquillity and anticipation
the boys eyesreflected the weight of the world as tearstracedsilentpathsdown his checks
love'sembracewarmed his soul
the melancholyforestwhisperedsorrow
cloudsformed, engulfingsunlight in an ominousdusk
the trulence of the stormcontorted the
lightningslammed down, with raucousthunder
the windsflex with their muscles in the earswhipping the clouds into shape, forcing them along the sky
the sky a cyan sheet, encrusted like clouds the colour of an antique
the sky was painted like a canvas of all the shades of blue
the forest was a tapestry of emerald, each leaf a brushstroke of life
paragraph one : what character sees in picture (cyclical)
paragraph two : sees something that reminds them (5 senses) (flashback)