Wild Bride

She was a nature lover. Her favourite time of day was when the blackbird would sing it´s favourite song. It was that time of day when the air changed its scent and a fresh breeze would go through the gras.
She walked fast, because the sun was about to set and she didn't want to miss that moment. Up on the hill she stood still. Breathe in, breathe out. The sun felt warm on her face. She held her breath, it was so quiet. All the cars gone. The sound of the city, not existent. So close and yet so far.
The wind got stronger but she didn't mind, she felt still warm from the walk. As the last sunray tickled her cheek she started humming in tune with the birds. And so the blue hour began..