I am barefooted, walking through a vast field. Miles of flat land surrounds me, stretching into the far distance. Grass scratches the bottom of my feet, creating red marks on my heels. I ignore this and keep walking. The wind rustles the tall grasses around me, tickling the backs of my legs. My hair blows into my face but I don’t bother to push it back. A few tendrils escape my ponytail. I do not know where I am going. I am only possessed by the feeling to keep going forward, that whatever is in front of me I desperately need to see. I raise my arms into the air, moving them along with the wind. I sway along with the grasses, dancing a choreography that comes directly from the earth. The sweet smell of the soil infiltrates my nostrils. I inhale, letting the scent fill my brain, full of images that depict sun rays shining on meadows of wildflowers. As I move forward I see a building in the distance.
Writing Challenges: Inspiration and ideas to spark your creativity every day