Olivia

I lay there on my side staring at the wall. I got bored so I turned over and stared at the ceiling. That proved to not be settling either so I buried my face into the pillow, then realising I couldn't actually breathe, I sat up. With nothing better to do, I pulled out the blanket and pottered over to the windowsill and gazed out into the night.

Bright lights, deafening excitement. Within all the chaos and hysteria, I had managed to sieve through and find the beauty of the late night festivities outside my window. I so desired to be out there, to be a part of the action; I think I would of had a killer of a time.

The sky was illuminated with an intense, blazing energy. Its violence and immense strength was bewildering. As the sky lit up, the voice of the clouds﻿ accompanied it. The cracking was a fistful pounding on the senses, each feeling like a strike to head. As beautiful as this show was, the intensity and grandeur was quite frightening.

With all this commotion and activity, it puzzled me how anyone could be asleep; they were missing nature at its finest hour. It really was a hypnotising array of glowing beams across the night sky paired with enormously loud bursts of ear-piercing rumbling. No sooner had I thought it, I myself begun to drift asleep.

The light’s intensity was blinding, I struggled to reopen my eyes. Once I had I came to the disappointing realisation that night had passed and it was now a new day. Again I found myself staring aimlessly out at the world. It was peaceful and calm, quite a change to the events of last night.

No longer was the sky gloomy, it was elated at the dawning of a new day. The moon had retreated as it made way for its glorious sister. She was a whole different kind of beauty. Her yellow shine was warming and bought a smile to birds nesting in the trees. She was a serene sight, welcoming the world to a brand new day.