A/N: I thought up this story when I was on a bike ride with my mom in Northampton, Ma. It kind of wrote itself.

Warning: Femslash

The grass is soft beneath my legs, outstretched before me. Sunlight falls across them and blankets them in warmth. The rock I lean against is lumpy against my back, but not uncomfortably so. I leisurely stretch my arm out and drape it across her shoulders and pull her close to me. She snuggles against my side, and lays her head on my shoulder. I rest my head on top of hers and feel her soft hair on my cheek.

I let my gaze cross the endless fields of grass until the brown and green meets the blue in a line. Tiny clouds playfully caper across the horizon. I think about the beauty of the sight, how rare it is for me to see the horizon so clearly without trees and buildings in the way. I think about how I could stare at it alone forever, and how wonderful it is to share it with another.

“What are you thinking?” I say at last

“I’m thinking about how beautiful and calm and serene this is. And that I could just sit here and look forever” she said.

“I was thinking that too. I was also thinking about how amazing it is to be a girl sitting here with my girlfriend, looking at a view almost as beautiful as said girlfriend.” I glance over at her, and she rewards me when she smiles, though she keeps staring straight ahead. I smile in response, and turn my head back and watch the horizon.

I sighed and stood up, letting go of the peace of the moment. I put on my backpack and walked over to my solitary bike, standing by a rock. I got on my bike reluctantly, not wanting to break the delicate beauty of my solitude. However, I figured I had given Mom enough of a head start, and she’d worry if I didn’t pass her soon. As I started to ride, I realized that the moment I’d just had would make a great piece of writing. I allowed the words to flow in my head, cementing them to my memory so I could write them down later:

The grass is soft beneath my legs outstretched before me. The rock is lumpy under my back, but not uncomfortably so…

A/N: I hope you wonderful readers enjoyed this story. I'm guessing that some people are going to point out to me that the last couple of lines aren't the same as the beginning. it's because the last part is what first came to my mind, but then I added stuff and changed it a little. Please R and R!

LEDlorien7