Writing Through the Wait

This morning I went up to the canyon and ate breakfast at Ruth's Diner. All three of us (Mom, Dad, and me) went up there. Of course the place is ALWAYS packed and there was a hour and a half wait...For the wait I dragged my parents to the little river place by the restaurant. It is a unique, quiet little place and sparked all sorts of ideas for my writing. I worked on a story I had started last night. There were two musicians who were exceptionally good, I'm thinking of adding them into my story as well.

                                                                Story Piece O.T.D 
These are some little pieces of the story I am currently writing. I put them in because I like their detail, the way they moved the story along or just the unique presence of the character. Comment the number of which one is your favorite, I also LOVE any feed back or ideas you have for me!

(1)Sadie's flanks rose and fell slowly against my side, her breathing almost as silent as mine. The crickets were especially loud and chirpy, I often wonder why they sound so excited. A small breeze ruffles through a hole in my shirt causing a shiver to quickly fall down my spine. I adjust myself on the grass, moving from on top a small pebble that dug into my shoulder bone. Though all these things were happening around me, my eyes were fixed on the brave glittering of the stars above me. All shinning, waiting for their turn to be named something special, or to poses a special feature, or become part of a unique constellation. Kind of like me. But I didn't like to think of that. 
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(2)In the distance I pick up the sound of the waterfall. It's low rumble tempting the feeling of water rushing over your head and down your shoulders, tempting the memories of Sadie's wet dog smell and her shaking water all over my drying skin. At the memories my throat tenses up with emotion and I place my hand on Sadie's flank. She stirs, but remains asleep.
A wave of sleepiness falls over my eyes, making them feel as though they were dropping. I close my eye and feel the world spin around me for a moment until my breathing fell into the same slow rhythm as Sadie's.
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(3)Several licks to my nostrils fully wakes me. I laugh, roughing up Sadie's fur behind her ears. I then sit up groggily willing myself to stand and stretch, as if reaching for the rising sun before me. I feel the cold dew make its way through my toes as I shuffle forward. Sadie's tail wags in anticipation. 
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(4)I gaze up into the forest stretching out in front of me, wild and free. The tall spruces leaning over me, as if they were looking down upon me. I often pondered what they thought as man's saws cut through their hearts, I wonder how much they love their feathered friends who roost gently on their outstretched branches, calling to one another. A bark snaps out of me out of my thought process and I begin my long trek to find a source of food. Many times Sadie would find something "interesting" and spend 15 minutes sniffing at a small pile of dirt, that held no value. Sometimes I think she does that on purpose, I found it quite Hypocritical. 

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