"The smell of pixie dust was sweet in the air. The trees circled me on every side. I was sure I had been sitting on that rock all day now. I still had no intention of leaving. The moon shone down on the water that surrounded me and I let the reflection glide in between my fingers as I whirled my hands through the clear blue waters of my private little lake. It was just about the middle of May and when the sun went down you could feel the gentle cold huddle close to your body. That blanket of wind was all that I was wearing. This was my secret place. My place that I had longed for, for many years. A place were no one else could go. I could be whoever I wanted to be. So far in the middle of no where that no one would ever find me there. Thanks to a broken heart, every blissful moment there was mine."
This is actually the intro to a novel that I have started writing....
