Adventures

It was October, but Margo was still wearing short summer skirts. She loved the way that the cold autumn breeze brushed her skin, leaving raised bumps in its wake. The dewey grass danced along her ankles while she walked, leaving water droplets behind on her skin. Her shoes were often ruined and stained, only being further damaged by the carelessness of her demeanor. Walking wherever she pleased often granted her ruined clothing, but she didn’t care. As long as Margo was on an adventure, anything could happen and she could still be content with her life.The only thing that mattered was having an exciting life and living everyday to the fullest.