As cliche as it may sound, one thing I find the most beautiful is a clear night sky. There is just something so calming and almost inspiring about watching the stars twinkle or the clouds roll past the moon.
I see why Felicity loves to draw night time scenes.
Even though I find it beautiful, I usually only ever admire it from my bedroom window. Never did I ever think I'd be trecking up a hill in the middle of winter at 10 pm. Then again, this wasn't even my idea to begin with anyways.
Looking down at the, considerably large, hand wrapped around my wrist, I sigh for the umpteenth time since I agreed to this this morning. I really can't say no to his (litteral) puppy eyes. He could ask me to kill an entire small town with that face (though he probably never would) and I'd do it without question.
Thankfully he isn't going too fast, I don't want a repeat of the dog walking incident. Maybe he remembers that happening and is trying to not make me relive it, or something like that. Hon