A small glimmer of light reflecting of the early morning dew;

A sweet smell after a hard rain;

A whipping vast openness of blue;

The complexity of a small wheat grain;

The beating wings of a crow;

Never ending emerald hills;

The promise of a rainbow;

Early morning trills;

An ecosystem

Ready to blossom

A beautiful view

Just like you.

...

I peak through the porthole I can see waves crashing violently into the side of the ship. I shiver as another wave of nausea flows through my body. My shaking hands grasp onto the frame of the ship looking for leverage to keep myself standing. I clutch dearly to the necklace around my neck. It had belonged to my mother. It was all that I had of her. I remember so many years ago making this journey...