Emma Rogers

A Miracle.

It was a cold summer night. As the breeze wisped through the maple trees it caused the shadows cast by the moonlight to form shapes of large creatures. The park bench that Victoria sat on also reflected the moonlight off of the shiny waterproof coating. She often walked to the park after the sun had set and the darkness had begun to fill the sky. Victoria was a self-proclaimed insomniac because when she would try to calm down her mind she would find a plethora of new thoughts flood in. Her late-night walks soothed her mind, and she felt her connection to the earth best at that time. The wind blew a strong gust which caused her long red hair to blow right into her face. Once the wind ceased, she slowly brushed away her hair and placed it behind her right ear. She had been sitting there for almost an hour now just admiring the sky and basking in the moonlight.