My Colors

She looked out with eyes the color of the sea after a storm. Those eyes seemed daring and deadly. Almost as if they could see into your soul with their fierce color. They squinted up towards the sun that was beginning to hide in the clouds. Her long, honey-blonde hair waved and floated with the wind. And when her hair would interrupt her upward stare, she would reach up with a graceful hand and tuck it behind her ear, only to be released and flow with the wind again soon after. Finally, she tore her gaze away from the sky and looked around her. She stood in a meadow full of tall, silky grass. The lovely grass was swaying and dancing with the wind. She looked side to side and saw where the pale, green grass ended and the tall trees of the forest begun. And she noticed the occasional, lavender flowers of the field that matched the light, sun dress she was wearing. Swirling around her knees, the dress seemed to want to dance too. Her eyes slid up once more toward the nearly covered now, sun in the sky. And as she fixed her eyes on the slowly moving clouds, her hand reached up unconsciously to her neck. She felt for her silver, heart-shaped locket that had been hidden beneath her dress. She pressed the heart between her thumb and first finger. And as this story ends, she continues to ponder something and watch the sky until the sun is completely eclipsed by clouds. And the screen fades to black. Scene.