Looking forward and leaning in the wind a bit.
Seemed “blowy”. A word that never sounds right but is very descriptive.
Trees were bending like plucked harpsichord strings.
Leaves were moving like expelled shotgun pellets.
Two centenarians were eyeing each other amorously.
A baby directed a dog through the park with better command than canine-doting adults.
The future is filled with bright colors.
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