"The winds blew coarsely like a sharp whistle. It was a normal night but the only problem is, I don't have my glasses."
It was beautiful outside. But that's usual, considering where I live.
The fruit trees all waved in the wind, making brushstrokes upon an untouched canvas that is the sky. The image painted by them held millions of twinkling lights against a dark velvety background. Bright stars winking at me in the night sky.
Of course, this was the imagery described to me by my roommate. I couldn't see it. I couldn't see shit. I could only hear what it sounded like outside. And what did it sound like?
Well, you know how when you blow a dog whistle, you can't hear it? But it drives dogs mad? It sounded like that. The wind whistled through those motherfucking trees like a stream through the bottoms of cliffs.
Goddamn it why did I move to the forest again?
Oh, right, the imagery. The wonderful nature outside, even on dreadfully cold and noisy nights such as this. If only I could see wha