Escaping Reality

I sat by the dewy morning grass, as a robin drew scrawls in the air with her melodious voice. The sun's gaze prickled my skin, as the breeze twirled between evergreen leaves of a Willow tree. Chilly water flowing beside my feet, we raced each other in the rocky springs, sitting by the bank to compare the rocks we’d seen. Drenched in the autumnal winds' cool touch, we’d dance in piles of fallen leaves. We stood by the rusty train tracks, shrubs overgrown between metal cracks, and picked the wildflowers to braid in each other's hair. Yet, they were only fragments of a dream delicate memories like the petals of a forget-me-not, an illusion made to escape the world we destroyed to reach our aims.