Current mood:	amused
Current music:	Berlioz - March to the Scaffold; Symphonie Fantasique

Taste of flowers
Isabella looked up at the sky. It always amazed her, the sky that is. No matter how many times she looked at it, it always made her want to look at them for centuries. When she looked up at the sky, it seemed as if she was in a great mansion which ceiling is made with such magnificent care and though, you can never see all the details.
"And Emerson said only a child could admire nature's true beauty."
Isabella sat in the grass, gently lifting her hoop skirt to an angle in which she can sit in. She loved the smell of a wintry morning and the sight of winter flowers blooming with such colors. Isabella pulled one purple flower from the soil, brushing her fingers lightly against the petals.
“So soft.. and so weak..” Looking back up the sky, she placed the purple flower in her mouth. It melted with such sweetness, like cotton candy when it touches water. The purple coloring of the flower stained her lips.
“Forever mine” she said and continued picking flowers from the earth itself.