The need to run, to not think, not feel. Just run as fast as he could, stripping, he step outside. Leaped off the porch, hit the ground in his wolf form and started running. Leaping over logs, dashing around rock that he couldnt jump, which werent many. He ran, ran as fast as his paws let him. His tongue hanging out, the wind in his fur he ran, ran like he didnt have a care in the world, ran like there was no tomorrow. He just ran, throw flat lands, over side over mountains. He run because it felt good, he ran so he wouldnt have to think or feel anything but the joy of what he was doing. When he stop a few hour later to get a drink, he look around. He wasnt in Texas anymore. That was for sure, leaning down, taking a drink of the spring water he found. He listen to the forest. Listen the sound of mother earth. His tail wagged as he sat back and closed his eyes, letting nature talk to him. He list to the sound of the wing in the leaves, the water running over rock in the creek. Of small animals looking for food. Of bird singing in the trees. He listen to the peace of the woods. Which calm his races mind, slow his heart beat down. and help him to find peace. He gave the forest a little howl. Before turning back towards the house. His run home wasnt as fast, this time his took his time and look at everything. Finding peace in beauty in everything. It took twice the time, but it felt good to found his link in nature and enjoy it why he could. Making it back home. He shifted, as he walk to the door, open it, and look around. Before heading up stair to shower.
Posted on: Thu, 17 Jul 2014 11:54:14 +0000
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