Can the Lonely Take the Place of You

N/A · 01-16-2017, 07:21 PM

Amaia hummed quietly to herself as she trotted along through the willow trees, hopping over the small streams as she came to them. Some of them were a bit larger than usual, swollen with the constant rains they had gotten the season before and with the early spring rains. She was glad the cold of winter had finally begun to drift away. She prefered the warmth of summer the most, but spring was a close second. The only bad thing about spring was that her heat had come around to bother her again, but she had dealt with it long enough and learned tricks to make it not so bad.

She weaved in and out of the long willow branches, occasionally splashing through the cool water as she did so. She started to sing quietly to herself in Spanish as she walked. The song wasn't anything in particular and the tune was one she had made up on her own. It was just a song about the trees and the rivers and the bright spring day - simply to have something to fill the silence. She didn't notice the black and white man a short distance off, too engrossed in her own exploring and singing to pay much attention.

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