"Exuberant Painter"

She felt the silky petals softly graze her fingertips. Thousands of white blossoms spilled over the hillside, flowing in the warm breeze. Contentment wrapped around her shoulders like a well-worn shawl. Nature filled her ears as the wind caused her dress to spiral around her. The pale yellow fabric was almost as soft as the petals brandishing the ground. Her mind felt clear, like a blank canvas, desperate to be painted on.

She flourished her hand, as if it held onto one of her brushes. Ideas swirled throughout her, making her antsy to retreat to her sunlit studio and create. The seashore crashed nearby, tilting her out of her daydream. She advanced toward the sand, filled with an overwhelming desire to feel the crisp water beneath her toes. Her mother called her curiosity a quirk of the girl’s unsatisfied will.

With curious inclinations came questions and that led to adventure. Her wanderlust for everything the world offered clung within her soul. She couldn’t escape the feeling of wonderment and desire. She didn’t need many materialistic items to make her happy, only a canvas and a way to create paint. The world revealed itself as a canvas to her long ago and she was just realizing that she had the power to go anywhere. Be anyone.

Wild, sporadic and eyes sparkling with hope, she planted the ideas safely into her mind. After feeling the constancy of the waves. She would express herself through vibrancy that kept her wanting to stay alive. Simple things constantly brought out new things about her that she could barely contain.