Chill

A short story to pass the time.

Today is a Saturday, the 26th of May. 

The winds brushed against my window panes like small silky pieces of cloth. They floated across the skies and curved to their own pattern; their own dance. Their beat, matching no other beat. Their location, entirely up to them. 

And while most of the winds travel in gusts and in the same direction; there will always be one wind headed for a different course. It'll have to blow through all of the other winds trying to hold it back, but that doesn't stop it from going any place it dreams of. 

I stepped outside to smell the air, feel the breeze, take in to motions of life I saw before me. All of these different elements serenading their way through their own paths and for a moment, I felt a chill of ease. A chill of serenity. A chill of unorganized peace. 

I inhaled, taking in the world. Then exhaled, letting the world take in me. The corresponding sounds and smells that indulged my senses hung over me in a beautiful mix. My heart was stilled, and my brain was void of anything logical. 

I took in my last breath of the scene, then slowly walked back inside to start my breakfast.

Author's Note

This is so short but I wanted to write something to describe my relaxing feelings to you guys. I hope you like it even though it's not very large. :)

Reviews

I really like it! Very serene and beautiful. Great work