Beginning to a story :)

Breezes always reminded Chloe of flying. As if, with each gust of wind, she could be taken away on invisible wings. She was walking down her road for the second time that day, because her first walk just wasn't enough to take in the day's beauty. She took her eyes off the sky, and looked down, admiring the fact that fully bloomed trees of all colors were planted neatly a few feet apart from each other, with sidewalk to fill the void between them. She looked up at the giant and graceful library to her right, and saw that the sun was doing the same. The white pillars at the entrance gave off tiny specks of shine in various spots. She then turned down the street to the left of the library, and began to see the little shops she knew so well pop up before her eyes. La Magie was the first one she always entered no matter what. The bell on the door tinged, and the girl behind the register and a massive helium tank smiled as she filled a birthday balloon for the woman across the counter from her. Chloe smiled back and headed to the left, where an open door-way stood. She entered the room and felt a rush of comfort fill over her. The candles in their packaging, the marvelous scarves hung about the room, and the masses of leather-bound empty journals calling to her made her want to stop walking and take every single detail in. In the far left corner there were childrens things, not plastic toys, but hand-made puppets, dolls, and clothes. To the left corner closest to her were journals upon journals, each uniquely designed, ready for their pages to be filled with deep understanding, slight little poems, and the stories of her imagination. To her right were the candles, incence, and hundreds of little nick-nacks placed about between them. She traveled to the closest left corner, and began picking up each journal one by one to see if any of them spoke to her.

To be continued...