Adrift

She looked up at the bright blue sky, the sun blinding her eyes. She tilted her head down quickly to avoid the violent sun rays. She fell back into the grass and let the soft bristles brush against her body. She felt at home.

She finished picking the final flowers. Being a florist calmed her and helped her to recollect of the vary memories of her past and helped to think about the coming future. She pushed intensely against the textures of the soil, seeping her fingers through the dirt as a last force of desperation to remember at least something, any memory, she thought. Alas it was nothing, not even a single thought.

“I am nothing, there is nothing that defines me, a nobody” as she wept silently.

Before she strolled back down the tranquil sensation hill, she thanked nature for allowing her to share her thoughts. She turned back for one last look of the towering hill and continued to saunter towards her flower plateau. Suddenly, there was a strong gust of wind which pushed Meredith off balance. A twig broke off the large oak tree and caught Meredith's attention. A leaf gently and quietly floated across the sky. She observed it momentarily and was about to continue her day, until she noticed the distinguishing colour contrasts of this specific leaf. It has smudge of a variety of green hues with abnormal stripes of gold and a dash of orange, standing out in comparison of all the other trees. A peculiar thought came across her mind, wondering why life is so strange and at random. Was there an overall meaning of these circumstances which just happens to occur?