The forest at dawn is a soft silent golden place, she enjoy's visiting it every morning, she enjoys twisting her fingers through the moss feeling the complexity of nature. She enjoys the mix of vibrant and deep green, clinging to the branches and dangling delicately off the limbs. The leaves of every hue of green sparkling in the dampness of dawn. The brown of the trees the perfect contrast, reaching into the umbre soil, the coils of early morning fog still linger in the upper branches, sifting through the pine needles and twirling into the sky and evaporating into the day. The sun warm and deep quietly warming the earth, the rays of light playing with the leaves and the mist creating a honeyed glow and slowly brightening the world. She sat, legs to one side, in her red velvet dress on a bed of multi-hued leaves watching the rays of sun dance off the water droplets on the spruce above her. Her honey blonde hair fell in soft waves down her back reaching the small of her waist. She had soft features, pink lips, sage eyes, and a small rounded nose. Her most noticeable feature was the far away look of yearning. Her eyes sparkled, filled with another world. A world of colours, vibrant pinks, oranges, reds, colours she has seen in textiles, cheek rouge, and stories. Stories of far away places, she imagined dancing through the colourful markets, touching the textures of rugs, saris, and scarves.
As she imagined this world, hands petting the mossy ground, the sound of her name was pushing through the trees and forcing its way through her images, bringing her back to her world, her soft, silent world of greens, browns, and ambre.
She picked herself up to turn towards the calling, and the familiar feeling of regret clung to her heart, how could she yearn for another place, when the place she was in was already so perfect...and yet the other world kept a piece of her heart, and she knew it always would
