There's something in the wind-I can feel it. There's something that nature knows that I do not, and that makes me nervous. The hastening shadows seem to hide everything-the squirrels stop chattering atop their trees, and the deer run off into the sheltered woodlands. The trees do not tell, but they contain their laughs as I pass by. The light dims away, stealing my path from before me. What am I to do? Nature gives no beconing, and the Night gives no relenting. There are so many secrets that I have yet to know...
sweatdrop hm, that was random
PeglegGem · Wed Aug 23, 2006 @ 03:14pm · 1 Comments |