Come Sail Away

Meandering from the beach where he’d already met two wolves, he chose to move to the fields. In the middle of winter the grass was dead, its shoots brown and crunchy like straw and covered in a decent layer of snow. In the summer it wasn’t hard to picture this area teeming with life, plenty of prey animals hiding in the tall grasses and insects buzzing around incessantly. The latter, perhaps not the biggest perk but where there were insects there was usually life. The color splashed man pushed through the snow drifts that had mounted, wincing at the chilly air that bit at his ears. Winter was certainly not his favorite season, his toes were getting cold.