Her name is Honey

She was walking down the side of the river. It was a little windy...maybe a  little too much of a breeze because her dress was flowing around as if it had a mind of its own. The sun was high in the sky with little to no clouds and the smell of freshly cut grass filled her nose. The river was calm yet wild. The water splashed against the rocks near her feet. She giggled when the cold droplets touched her naked toes. What more could she ask for? This was peace. This is what most people only dream of doing just to take a break from life and its inconveniences. She sat down at the edge of an old rotted dock. Her feet dangled from the edge, splashing water everywhere but not too much to the point where she wet herself. She took off her sombrero, exposing her midnight black locks. Her skin was glowing in the presence of the sun. kinda like how honey has that mesmerizing shine to it every time the sun reflects off of it. As a matter of fact, her name is Honey...Such a perfect name for a sweet soul who enjoys the smaller things of life. She dipped her hand in water then wet her face just to cool herself down from the blazing sun. take a picture of this moment...memorize it, hold it dear, and close. Sometimes you might just not be as fortunate to get a moment like this again. Honey...a girl who seems so picture-perfect for that moment.