Lyla's Garden - 74%
Lyla's eyelids closed and she sat immobile, next to a dirt path. Her legs crossed each other, with both of her shoeless feet on the upside of her knees. Her lungs opened and closed very slowly, as she let the radiant sunlight beat down upon her shoulder-length, blonde hair. The sweet scent of Jasmine intoxicated her nostrils, and sent her imagination sprinting down a long, curvy path. With any luck, her entire morning would be spent in this way. She was content, to say the least, to be surrounded by the plants and the flowers, that were blossoming in the springtime. She was very proud of her first attempt at gardening. Her mind, body and soul, were all three in harmony with the earth, wind, and flora.
turn away from the light... turn back into the darkness..