Free Writing

 I sat outside, as the brisk wind blew violently; I wasn’t cold though because I had my thick warm puffer jacket on like a sheep with its wool. As i sat there of the on the balcony gazing at the stars I saw a shooting star swoop past the moon, suddenly a massive gust of wind passed by and it nearly pushed me off my seat like a bird nudging the others to leave the nest and fly away.