They were so red. So bright. So pretty.
The fresh breeze that fills my insides with joy and happiness.
The wind gently whisper in my ear, asking me what was I was waiting for.
The cold air hugged around my body so tightly, never wanting to let go.
The stars, staring down at me with a slight smile.
The moon guiding me in every direction.
The gentle touch of the grass underneath my bare feet.
The rose bit my finger as I try to reach for its beauty.