Back Trip [1]
The wagon shook in a jolted motion as the wheel stumbled upon a rock on the unpaved path, thus, knocking me out of my thoughts and snapping me back to reality.
It was night, a cool, comfy, and peaceful night—like the perfect nights you see in those fantasy storybooks. The sky, dyed in black with a tinge of denim, was wrapped in a blanket of gleaming, twinkling stars. The weather was clear too, and the moon was enlightening the world with the rays it borrowed from the sun.
We were passing through an area covered with wheat fields, but the season was of fall, and they had just been planted, therefore leaving them green instead of the golden field you would expect.
A gentle breeze brushed past our wagon, and the stalks of wheat swayed and danced as the dried leaves on the road were hurled in the air, creating a bit of noise in the atmosphere.