Missst, brrezze

It is a wet and rainy day.No sun penetrates the mystrious clouds.Outside everthing is quiet, save the occasional twop-tleep of raindrops, hitting unexpecting puddles. Inside, quiet, calm music is playing, and the twap-tat of fingers hitting keyboards. Minds carefully think out words to tap, and everyone is calm. Clouds decsend over the mountains, giving every thing a magical, enchanting glint.Chairs creak, computers click,everone is calm. Mountain meadows turn into beautiful fairylands, woods turn into stages, grasses and rocks into audiences, mist curtains lift, revealing the scene. gentle mountain breezes whisk you away to a sparkling brook, half frozen but still, ever faithful makes the journey through and under the ice. The last wild flower stands to salute mist and tree, wind and rock. Stroll through the enchanted beauty of the world around you, feel the trees grow, the clouds move, Smell the weather, see the breeze. Moon breaks through cloud and mist, bathing the world in mystry and enchantment.Laying in the grass you stare at star and moon.Closeing eyes you Breath, in out. In out. In out. Eyes open, looking at star and moon, but, different. You look up at them,and they look down to you.