Post by Raymonde on Oct 3, 2007 12:34:32 GMT -5
The city was most of the time a blissfull place. It was extravengant, beautiful, one of simplicities. It was quite an extraordinary place, full of adventures and mysterious dwelling within the walls of the many buildings. Of course its expression would change, like some face. It winter it would become reserved and withdrawn. there it's simplicity was greatly emphasised. In the summer, the city would burst with vivid colours and in autumn and spring placid, warm or fresh colouring would reign. Yes, it would always change. many people came to visit it, so it was full of people and different sort of society. It was indeed quite clamerous in many manners, but it was still enjoyable.
Raymonde strode through the streets, biting an apple. He wasn't quite sure what he was there, but nevertheless, he found comfort within its walls. The crimson apple was in his hand, its soft skin caressing his alasbter skin. The juicy taste exploded in his mouth as he savoured it. It was nice, sending this warm tingle through his body. Around him people moved hastily or, on the other extreme, slowly. Above him, though, clouds gathered to form this angry bunch of titans. The wind was picking up, its melancholic whispers dancing through the alleys to the main streets. The rain would begin to fall at some point and thus it would be another great storm. Another great tempest.
Wanting to spend the last minutes of sunlight outside, Raymonde arrived to a little square. Not many people were there, accept some old man on this bench. It was a pretty ordinary square, with a little fountain in the centre where crystalline blue water poured out. Some silence reigned, as he settled on some bench and let the sunlight soak into his skin, the half finished apple in his hand.
Raymonde strode through the streets, biting an apple. He wasn't quite sure what he was there, but nevertheless, he found comfort within its walls. The crimson apple was in his hand, its soft skin caressing his alasbter skin. The juicy taste exploded in his mouth as he savoured it. It was nice, sending this warm tingle through his body. Around him people moved hastily or, on the other extreme, slowly. Above him, though, clouds gathered to form this angry bunch of titans. The wind was picking up, its melancholic whispers dancing through the alleys to the main streets. The rain would begin to fall at some point and thus it would be another great storm. Another great tempest.
Wanting to spend the last minutes of sunlight outside, Raymonde arrived to a little square. Not many people were there, accept some old man on this bench. It was a pretty ordinary square, with a little fountain in the centre where crystalline blue water poured out. Some silence reigned, as he settled on some bench and let the sunlight soak into his skin, the half finished apple in his hand.