Snowmobile, Apple, Darkness
“The sweetest song is silence…that I’ve ever heard..funny how your feet..in dreams never touch the earth” (“These Dreams” by Heart)
Kate flew through the woods. A cloud of powdered snow kicked up by her skis caught her in the face, leaving icy crystals on her goggles and in her hair. She was listening to her favorites on the mp3 player as she went along. Right now the band Heart was playing and after that Roger Daltrey would scream “Who are you?” Read the rest of this entry
Fly, Heart, Barracuda
The baby Greens struggle out of the sand and run a gamut across the sand into the surf. They follow the light of the moon, her gentle rays guiding them to the ocean. Sustenance.
Many of the turtle hatchlings are snatched up before they ever reach the water’s edge; still more get plucked out of the surf by all manner of predators. Those that make the open sea swim on, not knowing anything but pure bliss: this is what their kind was meant to do. Wish you could live the life of a Green Sea Turtle for a while? Read the rest of this entry