A small glimmer of light reflecting of the early morning dew;
A sweet smell after a hard rain;
A whipping vast openness of blue;
The complexity of a small wheat grain;
The beating wings of a crow;
Never ending emerald hills;
The promise of a rainbow;
Early morning trills;
An ecosystem
Ready to blossom
A beautiful view
Just like you.
...
I peak through the porthole I can see waves crashing violently into the side of the ship. I shiver as another wave of nausea flows through my body. My shaking hands grasp onto the frame of the ship looking for leverage to keep myself standing. I clutch dearly to the necklace around my neck. It had belonged to my mother. It was all that I had of her. I remember so many years ago making this journey...