He ran across the field, enjoying the way the sharp blades of grass brushed against his legs.
He ran and ran, not caring about how his bare feet are going to get muddy beyond measure, not caring of the bugs crawling around or on top of his feet, instead, welcoming it.
He sprinted, his sweat shaping his hair, pushed back by the wind, into a leaned back spike.
His simple white T-shirt glued to his body, exposing his lanky, thin figure.
Finally, he reached a familiar Oak tree, the only tree in the whole grassy field.
It was huge and no doubt more than 100 years old.
It had branches long, short, thick, thin all stretched out like a person stretching their arms above their head.
Each branch led into more branches which were donned with lots of leaves.
Making it seemed like the tree had bushy green cheer leader pompoms.
He lay down spread out, directly under the dark shade of the tree.
Slowly closing his eyes, relaxing his muscles after his long run, letting the sweat roll off to the grass.
Slowly falling deeper into calm.
☘︎☘︎☘︎
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Describe My World
RandomCollection of descriptions of short scenes. I honestly don't know what to do with this but if you have some suggestions on what scenes I should do, then please don't hesitate to write in the comments. and I will try my best to write it. Thanks! ⌫⌫...
