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I don't know where I got the inspiration from but I wanted to post this. So yeah, here you guys go.

Also yes I renamed this "story". This is now My Journal, until further notice. Who knows I might change it again. Though that's unlikely.

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The wind drifted through the tree branches, whistling and trailing its cool hands to bow the leafy giants to its will. The sky, a paining of cloudy ruins, gold and sterling grey, fallen like a grand castle in the air. The sun has set and the moment of awe and wonder, of color filled skies and soaring birdsong, is over.

The breath that all nature seemed to have held was released. Clouds covered the once painted sky and dim their hues to dusty purples, pale yellows, muted pinks, and drafty blues.

The crickets and cicadas start their rattles. Birds fold their wings and settle in for the night. The quickly fading light illuminates the hills and as the moon rises, slightly smaller than a perfect full moon. The cool light chases away the last of the dusk.

The air quickly grows cool and fresh, the heat of the day replaced by the chill of the night. The breezy wind tickles the elms and oaks making them whisper like soft-spoken guests. The sweet scent of the wild meadow is balanced by the freshness of the breeze. The playfully lazy wind moving from tree to bush whispering about all the things he's seen. Recounting stories of the ocean and the mountains.