When was the last time she actually decided to take the time and just listen?
The redhead didn't know, perhaps she had been so wrapped up in her own world that she had forgotten how to just sit back and, well, listen. Listen to what? The sounds the Earth creates--every sound being unique and beautiful in it's own way. Savannah let out a soft sigh, not caring to notice the puff of warm air that quickly disappeared from her very eyes. Her green eyes just stared out into the horizon of the slightly setting sun, mesmerized by the sounds of the crashing waves and the mixture of colors. She could have sworn to have heard the soft melodies of a cello mixed in with the waves, creating it's own little overture, one that would play at every beginning to the new day.
She didn't even know how long she had been standing there. All Savannah knew was that the tip of her nose had gone numb and must have been as red as some reindeers nose; she wriggled it lightly, trying to regain some sort of feeling. Giving up, she bit her lower lip lightly, bringing a redder tint to her lips, and stuffed her hands into her jean pockets. She pressed her head into the scarf around her neck, just listening to the sounds.
How nice it was to enjoy the little things in life.