My mother had brought me here often when I had been but a pup, the beautiful female often alit by the glow of early morning. Dark indigo eyes with undertones of blood red gazes around at the nostalgic scenery, I can almost hear her soft voice telling me where to go and see her starry eyes as she romps and shows me the area she held so very fondly. It's almost perhaps second nature that I come here now, now that I want to remember. Memories aren't always bad, after all sometimes it's just the way you choose to look at them. Today was one of these times, and a time when I feel connected to the earth itself.

A small sigh leaves my lips, perhaps maybe a bit too entrneched in bittersweet memories. Back to the days when I was a ball of fluff, dreaming of one day to achieve ambitions most lofty. My dual toned eyes drift over the nostalgic scenery, and for moments uncounted I feel as if I am lost and drowning. So much time lost because I was too involved in my own devices, something that I only notice now that I look back.

Everything is just as I remember it from those days of puppyhood, but that wasn't really so long ago. Days where my adopted brother and I would run and romp, playing chase and pounce. I slowly recline on my haunches as the memories tug and pull at my psyche, taking me back to a simpler time in life, with no troubles ever existing, but those days are gone now, the time having took everything away with it. I am still in my posture but my ears flicker with the noises, calm and yet subdued, and as quiet as death so it seems. Memories are speaking to me in these moments, telling me of what I have lost, what used to be. What I have thrown away, and what I can one day achieve.