in a hundred words.

She sits alone on the grass, eyes closed. She wears a black leather jacket over a white shirt and worn jeans. Her silky dark hair is drawn away from her face in a messy bun at the nape of her neck. Her bangs cast a small shadow on the tanned skin of her face. She sits, ramrod straight, not seeming to care about anything.

I quietly sit down beside her, her strange aura drawing me in.

“Have you ever taken the time to stop and just listen?” She asks me without opening her eyes.

I close my eyes and drift.