generate scenes for book: The Loxley Chronicles Chapter 1. Loxley Manor (goal: 24 pgs) Early morning broke fresh outside Manchester. The moor remains fog latent although it’s one of those rare days when the sun reveals the grasses steeped in dew. Sunlight falls through the trees. Golden beams seep down, pooling my fallen gaze. They warmed my core then reached my face, urging me awake. I longed for rest, because I spent the previous night with my fears along the foggy moor. Now I sought a nap in the sun to weather the fog. Birds cackled on and off overhead, calling to one another. While the wind brushed the trees, and soon another sigh of relief against the leaves. I keep a rigorous routine: run, shave, shower. Then a light breakfast of tea and toast. After breakfast I sit and read poetry. Poems, lush with imagery and with strong intricate rhythms that come alive when read aloud. I love to perform these readings for myself. I keep this small black leather pocket-sized journal in the breast pocket of my shirts. This small journal is chock full of sketches, thoughts, and poetry lines I love. My dress shirts, which I prefer loosely fitting, capture cool wind while on long walks. It's that wind I hope to capture when I run, when I write. To feel those goosebumps, first run up with excitement, and soothe again once I catch my breath. Knowing I’m now in tune with nature. I came back to the manor in a heap of cold sweat that I hadn't noticed until it reached my back. I wring my Mehr sehen