Like Fire

The sky is a deep blue, its divine color brings a blush to my freckled cheeks. The breeze is so lovely, it blows threw my red hair, tugging ever so deliciously at my braids as the intricate knotting comes loose. I could sit like this for days; just me and the Snow Queen giggling and smiling at the gurgling river and the babbling breeze. Perhaps Princess Cordelia will meet us here for a picnic of splendid proportions, with "Mary" cake and plum puffs. My bosom friend Diana could even visit this beautiful field, it's near the boarding house after all.

The journey takes you past the smiling flowers, the greeting tree named Mr. Pine (he's a bit cranky but ever so sweet at times), and the dancing tall grass that never seems to stop its beautiful swaying rhythm.

The grass is a bit sharp on my back but makes me feel connected with the earth, her fantastic majesty takes over my as an awe-struck giggle escapes my pale pink lips in a flurry.

"Oh, Anne! Bosom friend! The mistress is asking where you've gone off to!" I can see my friend's silhouette as she steps towards my safe haven.

"Coming, my dear friend!" I rise from the place made by my skirts and uncomfortable dress and smile, it looks like a snow angel but different, better, but not better.

A smile spreads across my pale face, my freckles stretch, my eyes slide shut as my red hair blows like fire behind me.