My Story Idea... Tell me what you think. :)
T here was a hush on the moor at morning. The dusky hedges and dew-kissed grasses covered the ground in a frosty blanket, and a thick fog hid most of the area from view. A soft light from the rising sun peeked through a haze of sky, but just enough darkness remained of the night to place the moor in a serene, ethereal mood. I stepped into the damp grasses in my high boots, and soaked in the fragrance of the heather. The boots did well to keep out the dampness of the grass from soaking through, but my windbreaker could not entirely keep the cold from tickling my skin, and coloring up my face into a healthy glow. My nose went numb a little as I slowly walked forward through the tall grass and circled a few stalwart thistle stems that poked my sides. There was an eerie feeling to the area, as if the whole place was not wholly happy to have me invade the quiet, and touch the wet and rough grass with my foreign hands. I too felt a little like I had slightly invaded a sacred ...
