Tarin

Idly plucking petals from a leaf Tarin sat in blissful peace, light brushing through leaves covering her secret spot, a clearing in the middle of the woods with a single moss ridden rock surrounded by flowers. Tarin leaned against the rock serenely. A light wind blew through the tree tops, making the leaves above dance in delight. Light dimmed, as the sun began to go down, letting Tarin's face rest in her secluded place of peace.