Descriptive Writing

Starry Starry Night

The strong breeze touches me with a tingle from the sky of beauty. The swirls of clouds in the night sky are an illusion. Waves of the hills slowly sweep away the black swirly skies. I hear rustling leaves on a tree while owls hoot the dark night away. I wander aimlessly through the quiet, eerie and deserted streets feeling invisible to the world.

By 5LD 2018