ashleyjunegreen

It feels much like spring tonight, the air barely bites at my skin. The smell of rain lingers in through my bedroom window and sends me back in time, to a place much different than here. When I was a child, I always loved the smell after it rained. I would go outside and pretend to be in a different world, somewhere happy and magical, somewhere I had never been before. The sun would be setting over the mountains, a light breeze would send the smell of the wet ground deep into my nostrils and I would soar through the front yard, arms stretched out wide, flying through time. I was a bird, flying and existing somewhere that only existed in my m