The Beginning of a Romance

A thick, damp fog blanketed the glowing countryside in western Halander.  The sweet scent of glowing hibiscus dotted a measure or two amid the morning's rising flame, as the birds chimed their notes to one another etching their fine lyrics among the purple sky.  Creatures scurried across the fields before the men slipped on their boots to walk among their livestock.  The precious flickering flame, tamed as a newly born pup, made fun with the holsteins which were sprinkled among the landscape.  It refused to rise above the stretching fields though one could see the light just below the farthest rock wall.  However, as the birds hummed and the creatures leapt into their homes of sod and clay, as the men chowed down their breakfast, and the livestock chuckled in glee; that majestic fire, that lovely light of life completed the melody of nature's soothing lyric and brought a triumphant crescendo to the eyes of Ms. Paula Kuhn. 
The sun had revealed a gorgeous face among a room crowded with arms and legs entangled among one another.  Each limb beginning to twitch like an icebox littered with a fresh catch of squid.  Faces ranged from ages six to sixteen and Paula, whose head was delicately laid on a pillow at a corner furthest from the door, was the oldest. Her golden silky hair seemed to melt upon the pillows tearing fabric.  And she winced as the sun's beaming rays traveled past Mercury's blazing craters of gray, through Venus’ brilliantly noble yellow, and made its way across every corner of the galaxy to land neatly upon the waking of her dazzling blue eyes.