Inspired.

Ella strolled through the park listening to the click-clack of her black schoolgirl shoes, her steps erratic and uneven.  She was accompanied by the philosophical thoughts that solitary walks in the park tended to procure, her brown hair stirring in the wind, clouding her vision.  Eliminating these pesky distractions, Ella fastened a scarlet red ribbon around her locks.  A stirring in the distance caught her attention, her eyes followed the trail of a bird, coasting higher and higher in the expanse of the sky.  How beautiful it was, gallantly rebelling against the contrary winds, blazing orange chest and all.  Her gaze followed the bird until the fiery orange sun blazed in her eyes forcing her to avert her fixated gaze.  Immediately, a conviction as tangible as a physical manifestation engulfed her so fully and completely she sought the shelter of a tree to rest in.  And immediately she was at home, the words poured out of her consciousness inundating the paper and yielding way to a beautiful thing.  At the end of her frantic frenzy she lay motionless on the bed of the grass, spent and exhausted.  She rolled on her side cavorting with her formless companion.