Aura - A writing exercise

Writing from a random first line: a writing exercise I often do when stuck for words. I usually use a website for this, but this morning, this random first line just came from my own thoughts.

Aura

A perfect aura of calm settled around her. Something she could not see or hear. Only a feeling that lay on her shoulders like a silken shawl. Her shoulders, almost up around her ears with tension, dropped and relaxed. Soft music played as though from a distance. Her breathing slowed, letting any anxious thoughts slip away. There was little movement outside her tiny cottage. Only the sound of a squirrel rustling in the willow tree by the pond. A gentle rain had slowed and stopped. Birds paced their twittering into the calm of the cool afternoon. Betina took her ease outside into her flower garden. Sitting in the sun, her teacup warming her hands, she accepted this gift of calm.

“I was content to shape the quiet into the structures I wanted”

~ S.Jae-Jones, Wintersong