contentment

Deep description of the beuty of the night sky and relaxation.

They all gathered around the hot tub desperate for comfort and relaxation. They urged to get in as soon as possible, but are also hesitant for witch their intelligence on the extremities of the hot water warned them. As he touched the steamy water he released a yelp in pain, then a groan of pleasure. He then glided his toe across the hot water, skipping it in a random fashion. His toe turned Rudolph the reindeer red when skating it across the water. The rest adjoined in as well. While in process of submerging their bodies caused them to react with a screech of agony. As she got in, it caused her to make a monkish face by curving her top and bottom lip outward. After surpassing the painful barrier, they nonchalantly slithered in. The water level began to rise up, for witch their six bodies displaced a substantial amount of water. They emerged their bodies into the tranquil stress-relieving nirvana. The water was well tempered and elegant. The bubbles immediately gathered around each body and began to hug and kiss them. It licked and caressed their skin. Their muscles unwound and their bodies began numb. It was dusk and sky was becoming gradually darker. The shades of night were shifting from cerulean, to sapphire, to cobalt, and then to obsidian black.

 

 

They rested the back of their heads on the rim of the hot tub. They all gazed at the astral empyrean and saw the countless stars twinkling, as if a thousand angels as pure as moonlight were all winking at them. The view was more precious than any amount of bribery. As if Vincent Van Gogh was painting one of his famous aquarelle murals “Starry Night” in front of their eyes. The night sky was adequate with asterism, and it was truly an angelic fulgent image. Silence surrounded the hot tub, in the idyllic and halcyon environment. The calm crisp air delicately hit their faces, while they heard the fierce crashing ocean waves clash with the side of the cliff. The cliff was eroded and weathered, ready to crumble like ancient Egypt in 2600 B.C. The rhythmic pounding of the waves was soothing to the ears. As if Apollo was playing a grazioso song. It played them a mellisonant berceuse that nonchalantly calmed their vexatious heads. They released all their areas of tension, and allowed their legs and arms to go limp. They breathed deeply into their diaphragm, luring maximum air within their lungs. The misty night air softened their throats. Their eyes were heavy and their blinks became more rapid but more moderate. They simultaneously shut their eyes.

 

They all laid in a relaxing position, of a 135-degree angle, allowing their spines to curve. Within the circle shaped hot tub they sat in a hexagon, more Star of David formation, with each person representing each angle. Each person was directly sitting across from a corresponding other. If a line were drawn from each person, to their adjacent other, it would create a snowflake shaped star. They looked like the knights at the roundtable, but instead of thirteen, there were six. As they perched quiescently in the placid ambiance, their cognition ambled away. Except their sense of hearing and other perceptions remained constant. Their thoughts amalgamated with their virtual perception creating fervent positive sentiments.