The Best Landscape, the Perfect Sky

free flowing, no going back to edit, no spaceing, just realtime thought

Walking on stones over small waves of water that collide at your walkway, destination forward with wind blanketing on your back; they lay, sky in reddish orange haze and music blaring from the far distance; however you can only hear it faintly, within your lies; the best landscape; the perfect sky, the sun visible not bothering your eyes; last you see is the skies light bulb as; your life sets after its last final flicker of grayish ray-like highs