describing a setting

As I sat down on the bench, I thought about a particular “friend”. How could they?!?!?! Everyone knew it was mean and embarrassing to tell your old crush you like them. My thoughts were a swirling mass of hate and betrayal. Sighing, I looked out at the field. It was silent, making an exception for the kids in the gym. The trees were dead looking from autumn and all the leaves were on the ground or in the process of doing so. The daisies were white flecks against the forest green field. The birds were chirping with no care in the world and the distant sea-gull skreached and whistled from the air. There was a slight breeze. It twisted and floated like it was a sunny day but it wasn't. The sky was a milky grey that promised rain, puddles, and wet socks. It probably felt the same way as me. The distant hills loomed out of the distance, an inky black colour. The faint hum of tyres from straight highway one. It was here that I realised that I was calm. That this was my happy place.





The end