descriptive writing

Descriptive writing.

I walk through the moist grass, like the dew on small slender windows as a glowing ball of fire begins to rise. I watch the ground, as if I were a hound on the hunt for a lonesome deer in the woods far away from everything and just going on instinct. Afraid to step too hard and squish the living creatures under my feet, as they would be gone in an instant, before they would even be able to take one last breath or make the slightest move, they’d be long gone from the world. Slowly moving towards the small grains of rock that are mixing in with the former homes of living organisms I heard the pulse of the ocean and the pressure exerted on the land each time the waves hit the earth. Each step I take I start to tremble at what I am about to enter, the world of non-human living things. It’s not my place to invade on their home, and I hope that they could let me invade just for a bit. Allow me to escape this other world so close to where we live, with the experience of cool rushes of liquid and the freshness of the sea.