Serenity

            Her auburn hair flowed gracefully in the tender breeze.  She looked towards the sky, and the moon reflected off of her deep brown eyes.  The few clouds rolled through the night sky unhurriedly.  All that was heard was the light splashing of waves behind her.  Parting her lips she gently blinked her eyes.  The air was cool and refreshing with a taste of dew.  Her bare toes nestled into their resting spot in a bed of grass.  The cool blades scratched at her ankles as the wind blew at her back.  Her gown was hanging loosely on her body, and it delicately brushed against her smooth porcelain skin.  It gave her goose bumps, but she didn’t notice. 

She couldn’t make sense of anything.  She didn’t want to.  She continued to stare at nothing, as the moon stared back at her.  The clouds swirled by without a notice.  The waves kept splashing, but she couldn’t hear them.  She took a breath, and exhaled.  She didn’t perceive the pleasure of the refreshing air kissing her lips.  The blades of grass were persistent in their scratching, but she couldn’t feel them.  She was completely and utterly tranquil. 

            Her serenity was intruded on by the crashing of thunder in the distance.  She could sense it all now.  She felt the slight gusts of wind picking up against her back.  Her gown flapped in an attempt to free itself from her body, but she clutched it against her chest.  The grass scratched mercilessly at her feet leaving scars of dew on her ankles.  A chill shuttered down her shoulders to her exposed legs.  She turned her back on the moon and her tranquility to face the oncoming storm.  The waves began to swell, and the air tasted bittersweet.  She looked to the night sky, and saw the army of clouds that were marching upon her.  Her toes dug into the ground, and she stood firm.  Lightning cracked to try and force her to surrender, but she did not waiver.  She couldn’t.  Her serenity depended on it.