J+M+J
Outside the tent, a young and playful girl, the Wind, enjoys herself. She glides through the air, picking up the freshly fallen leaves and tossing them about at will, savoring the rustling sounds they make. She circles the tent, seeking with her thin fingers for a way in. she finds one that allows her to enter slowly and quietly, not in the noisy and sometimes harsh way she plays outside. she dances around among the half-sleeping children, laughing in unearthly whistling tones as I smile, for part of her light, invisible silk dress has brushed against my cheek, carresing it gently. She carries an autumn perfume of the smell of fresh leaves, sweetly meeting my sense of smell. As I sleep, she springs out of our tent and finds some fresh amusement.
A+M+D+G
Sarah,
What a nice description of a night in the tent. You picked some very good words to help your reader feel the wind. A+
It was misting as I came home from work this afternoon. I only washed a couple of wheelchairs today, as a married couple left the home & there were lots of things to clean & put away in their room.
Love, Grandma