The light was fading slowly as the moon crossed paths with the sun and darkness wrapped itself around the crowd like a soft warm blanket. It was so quiet you could hear a needle drop as the crowd looked up at the Solar Eclipse which only happens during a new moon. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Solar_eclipse
We hurried through the forest on our way back to the bungalow as day light became dusk. Already the many large birds of the forest had called it a day and were perched on their favorite branch of their favorite tree.
Off in a gully nearby we could see a circle of something as white as chalk and had to get closer to see what it was. It was a circle of beautiful white perfectly round fresh mushrooms with colorful butterflies dancing around inside the circle. There was something mystical about the circle filled with butterflies. What does it mean I thought? As a nutritionalist I wondered what potion could be made with these chalky white rubber looking mushrooms? We took another look at the circle, then at each other, smiled, and stepped inside the circle to dance around and round as if we had become two of the graceful butterflies. Alas we had to leave the mystical beauty of the circle of butterflies as we could feel the shift in temperature while night settled in and the cold started to surround us. Harry grabbed my hand and we continued our journey back to the bungalow before it became to cold.
Note: This writing lesson, "pick from a list of words" (but not the contents) was taken from the book, "The Write Brain" by Bonnie Neubauer.