Standing in the meadow, Newton’s silver mop of hair whirled around, causing a lock of it to settle down over his eyes. The wind was playing games with him as he surveyed the land. About five meters by one-and-a-half. That should do it, Newton thought.
SHORT #21: Rolling Up a Meadow
SHORT #21: Rolling Up a Meadow
Standing in the meadow, Newton’s silver mop of hair whirled around, causing a lock of it to settle down over his eyes. The wind was playing games with him as he surveyed the land. About five meters by one-and-a-half. That should do it, Newton thought.