Constance Mosley (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} conmosley) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} toujoursliberer,@ 2008-09-23 17:56:00 |
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Subject: A Day in the Park
Who: Constance Mosley
Warnings: none for now
Open to: anyone who wanders by in the park
She loved this time of year; it reminded her so much of home. The cold whistling winds through the Highlands, the smell of fall coming fast. Knowing she had some time, Constance left the girls at the house and took the carriage to the park. She walked slowly and savoured everything and then found the perfect spot to sit. There should could equally take in the scenery, watch the other walk by, and watch any boats that were coming by on the river that formed the edge of this part of the park.
She sat carefully and easily held her parasol to shade the sun that was trying to come out as she slowly nibbled on some of the small shortbread cookies she and the girls had made the night before.
Yes, this was a good day for sitting and watching.