Inspirational Spot

Earlier this evening, I went out to my "spot" with my journal. No matter what the weather is like, I'm always inspired when I sit in my spot. I love the outdoors -- a constant source of artistic inspiration.

6:10 PM

A storm front envelops the south-eastern horizon -- shades of white, gray, and eggshell blue -- the air is warm and moist. The gentle summer breeze ushers in the smell of rain and fresh earth. Crickets, birds, and distant thunder compose an evening summer symphony. Now it is still -- barely a stalk of field grass dips its head, for the wind is silent. It seems -- for a brief moment -- as though the whole world is holding its breath. I dare not breathe, for fear of ruining the perfect silence.