CoffeeAndPens

Beautiful was an overused word; Sarah hated that. There hadn’t been a day since high school started that she hadn’t heard it used casually. To her,  those “compliments” felt like stabs toward the things in life that couldn’t be described by lack of a better word--an injustice, even. There, at the top of the hill looming over the canyon, she could see real beauty. Nothing else could describe it. The sun, its golden glow shifting as clouds danced back and forth across the sky, cast shadows across the canyon. She loved how the landscape changed with the clouds’ dance. Sometimes it seemed like the birds, with

The sky, with clouds dancing in and out of the sun’s light, was a frozen blue. The snow crunched beneath my feet as I continued across the tundra. Well, it wasn’t really a tundra; it was my front yard, but it seemed like a tundra sometimes. My breath frosted as I exhaled, then I heard someone shout from behind: “Hey! Wait up Rachel!” I turned and saw Trevor hurrying toward me. He looked funny, his feet sometimes getting trapped by the snow on his way. I had to stifle my giggles as he almost fell over. “Going to the store?” Trevor asked. I nodded. “Yeah, Mum wanted me to pick up some eggs.̶

The trees, looming and casting shadows over the river, were vivid in colors. Most of the leaves were ready to fall to the ground, but still maintained a light grasp on the branches. Coming here during this time of the year relaxed me. I leaned against one of the trees and allowed myself to slide down until I was sitting. All the grass in the area had changed to a dry yellow. I closed my eyes, and listened to the river’s dull hum. I took in a deep breath and could almost taste autumn. After a moment of listening to the river, I heard some leaves rustle somewhere in the distance. I glanced around and my eyes widened as they settled on t

It had been a mile and a half past the house to reach the art supply shop, then another mile to get to the all natural store (for the loose leaf tea and such). Despite having Google Maps on Alice’s phone to guide me, I still managed to get lost a few times. I also wasn’t sure if I grabbed the right art supplies. The clerk wasn’t able to read Claire’s cursive so I had to do some guesswork. I was shivering by the last turn--or so I’d hoped--before the house; warmth was in sight. I went through the gated green fence and rushed for the door. I was nearly salivating at the thought of biting into that Snicker’s

Beautiful was an overused word; Sarah hated that. There hadn’t been a day since high school started that she hadn’t heard it used casually. To her,  those “compliments” felt like stabs toward the things in life that couldn’t be described by lack of a better word--an injustice, even. There, at the top of the hill looming over the canyon, she could see real beauty. Nothing else could describe it. The sun, its golden glow shifting as clouds danced back and forth across the sky, cast shadows across the canyon. She loved how the landscape changed with the clouds’ dance. Sometimes it seemed like the birds, with