Peas and Pods and Other Such Metaphors

*Hyder* · 06-02-2016, 09:39 AM

Evening had claimed this landscape in it's glorious grip. Where it's talons tore into the land color had bloomed and spread and ran together until a masterpiece had been created for his eyes to behold. Hyder took in a deep breath, filling the barrel of his chest cavity with it's sweet essence. The grasses had past their prime, but the smell of earth and the remnants of a dream of summer still called to him. Below him the valley spread out, bathed in reds and oranges and golds and purples, in hues he could not remember appreciating in the evening sky before. Clouds, puffy and thick with precipitation hung on the horizon, adding another skew of scarlets and blood orange and gold. Above them, stars had begun to twinkle in the pure indigo.

It was not quite warm, but neither was it bitterly cold. Hyder thanked the grasses around him for absorbing some of the wind which drifted lazily, yet incessantly, across the plains. Other than a passing herd of mule deer does and the earliest of fawns bound for their sleeping grounds, he had been alone there, and uncertain if he was grateful that no one else was there to spoil such a marvelous evening, or disappointed that there was no other witness to it marvel. He lacked the words to describe it, so it was inevitable that it be lost to time. At that he frowned, and continued to watch the clouds drift towards the horizon.
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