#;flakes

   He’s NOSY as always--not a GOOD habit to have harbored all these desolated and bleak years but old traits die hard in these neck-of-woods. Why wouldn’t he be at least curious? It clearly was a BATTLE or sorts--not one he understood completely. A showing of power and abilities he couldn’t comprehend from this standing point. He lacked the knowledge of why. His teachings did not come from opening a text book, they came from observing with trial and error.

    SURPRISE is pasted vividly across his features for what RESTED ahead was undoubtedly a spectacle. The SUN glistened against the fields, this clearing a perfect place of CALM for all who visited. The breeze swayed the light weighted trees, leaves swirled and spun within the streams of traveling WIND. It was in the middle of transitioning from WINTER TO THE GREEN OF SPRING. Animals were BOUND to venture awake from their hibernation--yet being the witness to a predator tended to change the GAME. At first he was wary...but then--

    EESH! Feisty as it gets but THAT demonstration of hearty and UNFORTUNATE events is more than an incentive to investigate and LEARN. He had a rather notorious habit of sticking his nose were it shouldn’t belong--COUNTLESS TIMES--even but that alone didn’t stop his spontaneous nature. PLEASE what is he thinking this was BEYOND entertainment! I’m the mischievous trouble maker but this? This is awesome!

    A GLANCE behind him breaks the stride. It was a curious gesture when encountering such a fine breed of horses. He never quite understood his fondness for them but a rush of nostalgia nipped at his own heels. A wild mane of a tail flicks leisurely while animated jaws pulled up greenery between the teeth. A pale index finger made its way to a pair of coarse lips--tapping with interest. 

     Grasping the reins of the WIND was not the easiest of tasks--he experimented, he FAILED, he SUCCEEDED and thus forth achieved a sense of semi-balance. His skills were getting gradually better, more tamed and less erratic and dangerous. They corresponded too harshly with his emotions as if they were tied together from the core. He sometimes paused between his travels to simply stare at the tool within his hands; analyzing it to the best of his sullen ability. Trying to understand the message, the GIFT of the moon and one of the worst silent treatments he could never begin to understand. 

    There was a highlight eventually--the Shepherd's Crook he discovered later on helped him focus, maintain a sense of normalcy or one he could describe as normal. However, mistakes, flukes, and mishaps appeared inevitably and this time it was rather big and conspicuous to ANYONE'S eye. Trees TOPPLED over from the mere force of unwarranted snow and wind. A loud echoing of wild birds screeched at the intrusion, ground inhabitants scurry in ALL directions to get away with their lives intact. This was NOT a part of the plan as teeth painstakingly clenched into an apologetic wince. 

     NOTHING quite beat the sight of freshly fallen snow, glittering snowflakes drifting in a subtle morning breeze while hollow tree branches that have LONG lost their leaves were PERFECT for roosting upon. The early winter weeks were his favorite after all. It feels right, it fills him with a deep CONTENTMENT only he can possibly understand. While he enjoyed the scene of kids throwing snowballs at each other...he equally thrived off of the view just as well. He hums along to the joyous message of wind pulling at his hair. He knows it beckons him to follow but for now he'll stay. 

     Whoa! It's not often someone else--JUMPS buildings like him! It's an inconspicuous guess but the worn and sand covered foot prints lining up to the edges are a subtle hint. No one ventures upon rooftops without some objective. Not many children nor teenagers indulge in a parkour hobby that could also lead to a certain and untimely death. 

     Fingers tighten precariously while attempting to comprehend the presence at hand. Either he stepped into a bad costume party or this was a little too real for his tastes. Then again it--could be a kid dressed up casually--teenagers these days were almost impossible. Peppery brows accompany a frown in trying to decide what was going on.