white winter hymnal [rhythm]
12-29-2014, 11:11 PM
After discovering the delta, Nagendra was perfectly happy to stay within the general locale. It was nice here. He found that though the foliage had all been crumpled and beaten by winter’s chill, it gave the area a wonderful, if somewhat callous, quiet. Birds were the only creatures about, peppering the naked trees with their hunched figures. The sky was smothered in clouds, and an endless shadow had fallen upon the world below. It seemed a tad dreary, but it was good to not have the burning sun upon his back for once. Nagendra also liked that, without all the leaves, he could see all the way to the horizon, and for someone who very much loved to see things, it was especially pleasing.
He strolled on and on, his ravenous stare drinking in every crinkled grass, every crooked branch. Each splash of dull gold was an exciting beauty – the way the dim grays and browns worked together, a masterpiece. Winter in itself, though harsh and hollow seeming on the surface, was a masterpiece. And though he might tire of it eventually, summer would always come along to rejuvenate him. Then when he tired of the heat and the pollen, there would be winter again. It was a never-ending cycle, and Nagendra enjoyed every bit of it. Even the unpleasant things in life were a joy, for they gave meaning to the pleasant things.
Nagendra thought about this to himself as he walked, smiling, absorbed in his own mind. He sank deeper and deeper into thought until the time came to slip back out, and when he did, his attention became settled upon the very interesting terrain before himself. Rocks, everywhere. But not… normal rocks. These ones were strange, precise. Weathered , but precise. They had angles like no rocks he’d ever seen, and were set up with some intentional structure. Nagendra’s brows furrowed as he paused some yards away, becoming overwhelmed with puzzlement and curiosity. It was… pretty, in a way. And so strange! He immediately wanted to know why, and how, but knew with remorse that there was no one near to tell him. Maybe no one knew anyways…
Like a fidgety child he wasted no time in hopping up onto the nearest one, partly buried in the ground, but still rising a good two feet above it. His tail lifted up and he leaned to one side, looking down the length of the rock. He then turned his jade stare to the many taller stones, which stretched up much higher, seeming upright and correct. Somehow, he felt as though this one, and the many other shorter, and buried rocks, had fallen. There was some original plan here, something which age and the elements had pummeled into loose disarray.
He strolled on and on, his ravenous stare drinking in every crinkled grass, every crooked branch. Each splash of dull gold was an exciting beauty – the way the dim grays and browns worked together, a masterpiece. Winter in itself, though harsh and hollow seeming on the surface, was a masterpiece. And though he might tire of it eventually, summer would always come along to rejuvenate him. Then when he tired of the heat and the pollen, there would be winter again. It was a never-ending cycle, and Nagendra enjoyed every bit of it. Even the unpleasant things in life were a joy, for they gave meaning to the pleasant things.
Nagendra thought about this to himself as he walked, smiling, absorbed in his own mind. He sank deeper and deeper into thought until the time came to slip back out, and when he did, his attention became settled upon the very interesting terrain before himself. Rocks, everywhere. But not… normal rocks. These ones were strange, precise. Weathered , but precise. They had angles like no rocks he’d ever seen, and were set up with some intentional structure. Nagendra’s brows furrowed as he paused some yards away, becoming overwhelmed with puzzlement and curiosity. It was… pretty, in a way. And so strange! He immediately wanted to know why, and how, but knew with remorse that there was no one near to tell him. Maybe no one knew anyways…
Like a fidgety child he wasted no time in hopping up onto the nearest one, partly buried in the ground, but still rising a good two feet above it. His tail lifted up and he leaned to one side, looking down the length of the rock. He then turned his jade stare to the many taller stones, which stretched up much higher, seeming upright and correct. Somehow, he felt as though this one, and the many other shorter, and buried rocks, had fallen. There was some original plan here, something which age and the elements had pummeled into loose disarray.