The sun is what made her visible. Her bright green eyes glistened in the sunlight revealing each inch of her true beauty that evaded surrounding landscapes by each step she took. The warm spring air gently tousled her long curly waves that swung and swayed in rhythm behind her. The appearance she conveyed was happy and youthful, although her inner emotions strongly demonstrated that looks aren’t everything. The lost girl somberly strolled to a vacant swing. She sat wearily in the middle of a beautiful day that failed to contradict her sadness. As she sat with a sullen look on her face, she reached into her backpack for a pen and paper and began to write. The slight advances of frustration and helplessness were shown by each movement of her pen. Her shoulders began to move up and down and soon she let out a sob. The sun’s warmth attempted to embrace her, but she would not let it. Instead she settled for an empty feeling that arouse from the slight chill of the spring breeze. As she proceeded to write, her tears fell in large droplets upon her paper. The wetness of crying caused long strands of her hair to cling to her face. In the calmness of a beautiful day, her pain was even more visible. As the day progressed with coolness and gloom, so did her appearance. She wrote for hours and by each word she wrote the sun moved into setting position. The darkness of night soon embraced her, and so did her dim thoughts that consumed her.