Raindrops and Galaxies
06-29-2014, 07:39 PM
Moonlight kissed the open fields with its ethereal glow. Knee-high blades of grass swayed in the gentle breeze. Each strand that surrounded Winter's standing frame danced with his legs - intertwining with his body and embracing him with their delicateness. Each blade seemed to be all the more loving as if each one were a jealous female trying to strike his attention more so than the others. Winter's snowy fur mocked the dance of the grass as it swayed within the breeze. Rain trickled from the clouds above - no, not rain. . . just a mist; a gentle kiss from the heavens in which reminded Winter that he was alive.
His feminine frame moved forward as he continued travelling to wherever his path took him. He had no home nor did he desire one as of yet. He had no need for one. Winter's travels carried him to the end of the vast field in which he so enjoyed. The field turned to sand and then to ocean. Ah, but a beautiful beach. The clashing of waves ignited the air with its phenomenal sound. The moonlight licked the abyssal body of water and the misting rain gently intertwined with the water so that it all became one. The water appeared as diamonds. Flecks of silver that twinkled beyond words. Mocking the night sky. . . it was like its own little galaxy. A whole world of its own.
Winter loped forward and leaped into the water. The liquid enveloped his body. His dainty frame was now drenched. He dashed back and forth in the dark waters - playing as if he were but a pup. Ah, how he enjoyed the freedom and the peaceful dark night. His emerald eyes darted left and right as he chased the aquatic creatures beneath the water. He was not hungry; however, if he managed to catch one of the slippery creatures, he would devour it. Fish was a favorite.
After a lengthy and joyous playtime, Winter grew tired. He lied down where the ocean met the sand and allowed the water to caress his frame. Sure, it was Winter and the water was cold, but he enjoyed it. His entire life was spent in the northern lands - this was like a tropical paradise.
His feminine frame moved forward as he continued travelling to wherever his path took him. He had no home nor did he desire one as of yet. He had no need for one. Winter's travels carried him to the end of the vast field in which he so enjoyed. The field turned to sand and then to ocean. Ah, but a beautiful beach. The clashing of waves ignited the air with its phenomenal sound. The moonlight licked the abyssal body of water and the misting rain gently intertwined with the water so that it all became one. The water appeared as diamonds. Flecks of silver that twinkled beyond words. Mocking the night sky. . . it was like its own little galaxy. A whole world of its own.
Winter loped forward and leaped into the water. The liquid enveloped his body. His dainty frame was now drenched. He dashed back and forth in the dark waters - playing as if he were but a pup. Ah, how he enjoyed the freedom and the peaceful dark night. His emerald eyes darted left and right as he chased the aquatic creatures beneath the water. He was not hungry; however, if he managed to catch one of the slippery creatures, he would devour it. Fish was a favorite.
After a lengthy and joyous playtime, Winter grew tired. He lied down where the ocean met the sand and allowed the water to caress his frame. Sure, it was Winter and the water was cold, but he enjoyed it. His entire life was spent in the northern lands - this was like a tropical paradise.