The Clearing

He had been running through forest for what seemed like an eternity. The pale environment reflected his emotion along his journey. He dashed through the woods, dodging up-coming trees, and jumping over rocks and fallen logs. The farther he ran into the depths of the forest, the colder the air became, and the less the sun shone through the cracks in the leaves, until he reached a large clearing in the woods. 

This clearing, this meadow was gorgeous. The glowing sun beaded down on the tall, bright green grass. The area was almost a perfect circle about one quarter of a mile in diameter. The grass softly swayed calmly in the little wind that pushed through the trees. There were no flowers, only luscious grass that covered the entire surface of the clearing. He stopped his feet and stood still almost in the center of the meadow. The sweet scent of oak, and sap, and nature filled the area. Stiff, dried leaves from large, old trees growing bare cascaded the edge of the clearing. He dropped down to his knees, and the soft grass caressed his skin. He slowly closed his eyes, letting the blazing sun soak into his thin eyelids. Through closed eyes he could only see a blend of colors. He saw a warm orange as he tilted his head toward the sun and felt as it faded to a blue and purple mix when a cloud crossed it path. 

He placed his left hand on the ground and steadied himself to lay down on his side. The right half of his body was lit by the sun and the other half was covered in shadows. With his eyes still closed, he fell out of consciousness and landed in a deep sleep.