Flower Field
The moon shone down, illuminating the field, giving it an ethereal glow. Stars decorated the sky, twinkling merrily. A gentle breeze blew past, whistling quietly, the grass dancing along with it, swaying rhythmically. I sighed as I leaned against the familiar oak tree, observing my surroundings. It was a cool and tranquil night, no sound to be heard except for the occasional chirping of crickets and the distant hoot of an owl. This was our special place, a beam of light in our lives. I remember all the memori...