Chapter 71
Astrid's POV
The sun had just begun to set, painting the sky in soft orange colour. The light cast a warm, golden glow over the pond, making the water shine like it was sparkling gold. It was beautiful and it was something I felt like capturing on my canvas but I didn't have one yet so I'm going to stick with my sketchbooks
The children, their earlier mischief forgotten, were now sitting peacefully on a large blanket with their nannies, munching on snacks the women had packed. The air was filled with their soft chatter and the gentle rustle of the grass and trees.
I was completely absorbed in my drawing, my pencil flying across the page. I had moved on from sketching the children and was now trying to capture the way the pack made me feel. Yes, it was an abstract drawing, I was just going with what I felt like not drawing from memory or from seeing what was in front of me but just letting my feelings and my hands take control.
