Time for another blog. It's been a few weeks, time is flying like always!
First things first, Apollo is adjusting quite nicely. Him & Kora have worked out their differences & have since been spotted cuddling in the sunlight from the upstairs window. Next step, getting along with the dogs... that one may take a while! In the meantime, he loves to sit in the kitchen window & watch the birds dancing around my garden. Such a handsome boy he is! I adore my furbabies! Odin now knows how to swim. He's really smart & he taught himself how to fetch, now we throw the stick further into the lake & he doesn't let that stop him. He also had us cracking up as he now puts his head under the water to look for stuff. It looks so funny!
|Photo by jlwcairo on Flickr.|
Silvery flakes drifted down, glittering in the bright light of the harvest moon. The blackbird perched itself upon a high branch of a snow laden Fir tree. A light dust of sparkling snow lept from the top as the fluttering wings of the blackbird hovered to make it's landing. Julie tightened her wool knit scarf as she looked up at the crisp winter sky, gazing upon the brilliant pale moon. She extended her arms out into the vast distance. Closing one eye, she cupped her hands around the moon. Got you! She laughed as she imagined removing the moon from the star drenched sky and placing it into her pocket. How selfish of her to be able to keep the luminous globe all to herself. No, the moon was meant to be shared and admired from afar. She had always been enchanted by the moon and the romance that seemed to orbit it. For a brief moment, she wondered if one were to capture the moon, could one extract the romantic energy stored in it's bright luminescence. She of course wasn't mad, she knew that the moon was nothing more than a weightless mass of rock with a flag and a set of footprints, but that didn't keep her from imagining all the same. Dropping her arms to her sides she felt the bitter blast of wind upon her nose and cheeks signalling her time to start home. She turned, leaving a fresh shoe impression in the snow with every crunching step. One small step for Julie, one giant leap towards a warm bed.
Creative Writing Prompt #9: Silvery flakes drifted down, glittering in the bright light of the harvest moon. The blackbird...
We added a new member to our little family last week. His name is Apollo & he is a one year old Orange Tabby. He is such an amazing little furball & we already love him to pieces. With each passing day Kora seems to be letting her guard down & she actually seems to be getting along with him. Apollo is still a little shy around Odin & Loki, but I believe that in time they will all be best buddies, just like Kora is now. So now we have Loki, Odin, Kora, Apollo & our turtle Kirby. Talk about a full house. ^_^ I wouldn't trade them for the world. They make my life complete.
The clock winked. The barista walked over to the pretty young woman with the crimson hair. He stared for a moment as her hair seemed to glow as if it were made of thin lines of burning embers. Thinking about how rude he must be to stare, he quickly glanced down at the empty coffee mug with the faint lipstick smudge around the rim. She was dressed quite beautifully, a bit overdressed for the laid back atmosphere of the coffee house. She must have been waiting for someone. Her simple black dress hugged the curves of her body, the modesty of the neckline made it all more appealing to him. A light lace shawl was placed beside her, her only companion in the large empty booth. Suddenly he was aware of just how long he had been silently standing there.
The roar of the buzz saw was followed with an echoing crash, leaving me standing tall and alone, amidst a grave yard of century long companions. Day by day they come and remove the remains of my fellow compatriots piece by piece. I wonder how long I have left before they come to remove my limbs. I'm morbidly curious what will be made of me and if I will bring happiness to others. The spectacular view that I once shared seems to have changed drastically and knowing that I am the last of my kind to partake of it, makes it all the more special. I have seen this landscape change in so many ways just as it will continue while I am gone. I have seen the rivers run dry, only to replenish with the first rain of spring. I have seen these mountains blanketed with a brilliant white sheet of snow as well as an assortment of colorful botanic masterpieces. I may have never gone anywhere in my long solitary life, but I have seen things that you nor any other will ever see. I see that my day has come, for you have harvested every splinter from my fallen brothers. You look up at me, as you prepare your tools for my removal. No tears for me to shed, no pleas to be said, I am sure neither would result in absolution. I reach for the sky and absorb the view one last time as I hear you yell... timber!
Creative Writing Prompt #216: Write from the point of view of the last standing tree in a forest.