At Leisure Lake the sun is always shining and only a few stray clouds roam the open sky; paradise is the one word that really describes it. This beautiful lake is clean and refreshing, the very best place to swim and fish. Pups are known to play here while older wolves watch at the side, engaged in their own activities.
Pray the sky holds its S t a r sViolet IP: 154.5.63.177 Posted on September 13, 2013 at 00:32:27 AM by Wisher
I liked the lake – especially tonight. Like the stars they were - those little twinkling lights. Except the ones in the water seem much closer as if I might just be able to scoop one up with my paw. They moved to, dancing and shivering and even disappearing sometimes. Simple contentedness pulls my mouth into a faint smile; a light breeze ruffles the soft white-grey fur near my spine; I can feel its thickness still, as if it is waiting for the next snow. The soft, dry, sandy ground seemed odd and spoke not of recent snowfall – the indigo expanse of water was just as lacking. No rafts of immense ice navigating its gently disturbed waves; if it wasn’t for the lights it would be empty.
A single flickering luminance sways a little beyond the shore line. My paws feel too big for this new land, yet I trust them as they carry me forward. A happiness fills my chest, yet, as the blinking water star floats on, my body – too small for anything useful – carries an ever present weight. Even before my snow accustomed paw splashes into the ice cool water, I know it is too far. The wistful sadness is back again; my constant companion is right I guess – such a thing as beautiful and free as those lights should stay far away; they wouldn’t survive here on land: not with us.
Looking down, I find a surprise. There in the moving water I can see a little one. He can’t be much older than I am and coming to think of it, his fur is very much the same precise shade of dirty white as mine. The ice shock that runs through my nose as it makes contact with the surface shatters the pup and despair is painful. But… the ripple of movement ceases and the young boy appears again; it’s only when I stare into dark blue eyes that I realize truth is also painful. The magical mirage was lying, just then, like the stars were - ever using their beauty to entrance and trick. Smiling, I stare into the vastest landscape we have: our sky. Without much reproach, I decide to forgive them for their joke, after all, without the stars in the sky, this world would seem much smaller and I thank the gods that it isn’t. Like always when one is relieved to wake up from a bad dream, knowing that this place wasn’t nearly small enough to trap us gives me hope.
When I turn away from the illusionists the air is different. Not so quiet, not so empty. Staring deep into the surrounding woods, indigo pools strain in vain to see what I know they can’t. Someone is here. All I can wonder is who.
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