Wild Berry Meadow come on out & dance

Autumn had the lands in an iron vice, it's amber hues spreading across the lands by now. The world was preparing for winter. Soon, the valleys and the mountains and the fields in their entirety would be blanketed by a sheet of white, and the peach was not excited. Not in the slightest. Furrowed brows made that evident.

She'd moved east from the lake, and her sights were now set upon the meadow a few ways in front of her. Despite the orange hue of the grasses and the trees surrounding the field, it remained plush, vibrant. As if it were its own little world, absolved of all the chills and the colours of autumn time.

Georgia stepped within the meadow, letting the tall grasses tickle her underbelly, dipping her head to take in the floral scents. She moved forwards, making her way to the center of the field, before she'd let herself down. First, onto her rump, then her belly, and she'd roll over on to her back. Paws held upwards by her chest.

And she'd watch the sky like this. Her peachy-gradient tail swayed beneath her, blonde undersides open to air. She watched the clouds above her, the sun shining down. A breeze on a sunny day, surrounded by flowers.

What could be better than this?