A cold chill whipped through the air and the wind brought a smell of fresh rain. The sky outside was dark and gray. The tree were bare and the grass was no longer green but brown. There was no sign of life to be found. Sitting on a lonely park bench sat Courtney. Huddled in her sweatshirt she looked around. There were no people around her. Just the graveyard that lay lurking across the street. Creepy she thought as the street lamps flickered on. She welcomed the newfound light, hoping it would bring some warmth. She wasn't quite sure what had made her decide to visit the park today. Maybe is was the quiet peace, maybe it was the fresh smell of rain, or maybe it was the comfort of knowing noone would find her or the tears that were streaming down her face. She couldn't remember why she came out here, she just knew that there she was. Alone and cold on that wooden bench. The dirt pathway a few feet in front of her showed no footsteps, no track to where she was. Alone... She thought. Staring out into the sky without a thought passing her mind hours passed. The sky that was earlier gray was now black. No sign of stars, for the clouds were still covering the sky, all was dark but the moon and the street lamps that were flickering on and off. Suddenly she heard a sound. Startled she jumped up and started scanning her surroundings. Off in the distance she saw a squirrel chasing after a fallen acorn. Her heart still pounding she returned to the bench to sit a while longer. Somehow being alone made her feel better. Thoughts started rushing back into her head as she sat there, paying no attention to the world around her. Why would this be? She thought. How did my life become what it is. Neither bad nor good but just there. Was it my fault? Will it ever change? When will I stop desiring to be alone yet yearning for friends? How can my every though be a contradiction. When will it all feel okay? Not knowing what these thoughts meant or why she was thinking them she shook them away. Suddenly she realized she had been crying harder then ever. The tears felt warm streaming down her cold face. She curled up next to the arm of the bench and just stared outward. Watching everything and breathing in the now even colder air she shuddered. What was it about a day like today that was so terrifying yet so comforting? She stared as thunder and lightning struck a few feet in front of her. She shivered and tuck into a tighter ball on the park bench. She continued to stare into the world in front of her. It was so close yet she seemed to be distanced from everything in the world. A few more tears found their way down Courlyn's face and she didn't bother to wipe them away. She was too busy thinking about life and how she loved being alone ona day like today. She could face the world without worrying. She couldn't figure out what it was about a day like today that brought all these feelings rushing out. Before she knew it she was asleep on the bench, the rain pouring down on her already soaked clothes. The wind soared and she couldn't help but shiver, even asleep she couldn't figure out what it was baout a day like today.
Beth turned the page silently. Rainy days with nothing to do were her favorite. It gave her all the time in the world to be cuddled up on the couch with a cover and a good book. Today it was A Life Yet to be Lived by: Alberta Vacuine. It was a lovely tale about a wizarding world and the trials that everyday life presented. Beth always loved books that she could drift away in and become the characters. The wind whipped outside harder then ever and she tightly pulled up her covers. " On a lonely park bench sat Courlyn" began the book. And off to the lonely park bench went Beth. Lightning and thunder struck outside and Beth was pulled back into her world all too quickly. She pulled up the covers and rolled on her side, she drifted back into her book. Oh how she loved days like today, but she had no idea why.
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
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