misummers

            A deep and heavy sigh escaped her lips as the sun set upon the horizon. Her eyes drooped with exhaustion as she leaned against the narrow pillar of the gazebo and the steam that emanated from her evening tea regiment had long since dissipated. The flowery liquid had grown cold. Her eyes trailed over to a notebook she'd been keeping on a nearby bench. It's pages had been empty, and seemed rather unwelcoming of the ball point pen that had been sitting upon it's leafy surfaces.      She would think that being surrounded by the forests that encircled her late grandmother's estate would bring about some inspiration. This notion had c