#81: Depression Soft pink petals floated through the air landing delicately onto the surface of the lake. The sun was shining brightly, there were only a few wispy lazy white clouds in the sky, and the flowers, trees and other plants had begun to bloom earlier than usual.
It was a surprisingly warm and beautiful day for being early March. In the distance, Ginny could hear the sweat sound of laughter coming from children, joyful to be outside after being cooped in the castle for so many months.
She wiped the tears from her face, as still more brimmed on her eyes, finally cascading over the edge.
“It is so beautiful today.” She thought to herself crying softly, overcome with depression.
Last edited by JulieAnn; 11-29-2006 at 09:46 PM.
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