Writing Exercises

I've been doing a lot of really short pieces and a short story to prep for the NanoWriMO in Nov. 50,000 word novel in one month. We'll see how that goes. 

I wrote this on an extremely short camping trip. Playing around with lyrical prose and descriptive words.

A Stolen Moment Alone

The serenity of wheat blowing, fog rolling, and humming of still life keeps me company today. The noise down below no longer keeps me in captivity. I am alone. The trees vast, live in peace. I observe a path unworn. I, feeling the opposite. In a place far away from the know, I am myself. There is no yesterday and no tomorrow. The worries of where I need to be, what I need to do, float airily away, carried by the same wind that catches my hair, nice cool breeze. The sun does its best to envelope me in its embrace but the wind keeps on fighting. Claiming ownership. I feel as if I could live in this moment forever. I think silently of him, though he doesn't think of me. The warmth of the sun does not reach. Futile in its attempts, I retreat back. The sound of pebbles and sand crunching remind me that tomorrow must come, even if not quite so peacefully.