an excerpt from some of my fictional rubbish, because some of it probably should see the light of day at some point.
A breeze swept over the lawn, redolent with the heady scents of late summer: cut grass and damp earth, apple blossom and roses. It’s a sweet, homesick smell that leaves you with the unmistakable feeling that it’s all ending too fast and there’s nothing you can do about it. I filled my lungs with it. For the briefest moment, I was entirely at peace with the universe and my place in it. I felt light as the wind that ruffled my hair, but at the same time I was as heavy and dull as the packed dirt beneath my feet. It was a strange sensation, comfortably uncomfortable, and I couldn’t make myself go back to the house just yet.
So I did what any sensible girl would do.