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First submission for 
ARTJAM-magazine
Was tons of fun to stretch out and write!
Hills
It was on a hilltop overlooking fabled fields of golden grass, wisps of wind lending the helping hand of a dance partner in the lazy and graceful manner of a masterful duet. The breath would capture small hints of pollen drifting into the air, a collaboration by speckled splashes of spotted color dotting the hillsides destined to decorate future moments such as this. Stars came to wake as the sky played canvas to an amazing assortment artful strokes - hues of purple drawing through royal blues, astounding collisions of reds, oranges, and yellows - all falling center on the central orchestra of a setting sun.
The waning light drew brilliant rays across a familiar face, tracing comfortably over a friend met a day long ago and many since. Breath slipped from her lips in eagerness to mingle yet again with the crisp air as she drew in the vista before her. Body relaxed, each muscle released from the tensions of a life that often filled with raucous cacophonies and severed harmonies, she found a peace once thought defiled and dead. An aged tree perched upon the crest offered her rest as it shared an unending tome of calm to paint peace over such pained calamity. Each shifting blade of grass playing through her bronzed fur brought comfort to her ailing mind; each gentle rustle of leaves as the wind asked to frolic once more was a whisper only one truly listening could hear - she felt home in the bark pressed behind her and and love in the dirt of the earth alive beneath her.
Her life was one of the most utter turmoils, where towers reached to the sky in jealousy of the ageless sun and the world was washed of its beauty in stark defiance of comfort for the brutal speed of efficiency. Her familiars of this world were equally stripped of the pleasantries such simple worlds share, the open honesty of gently rolling hills and breezes exchanged through time for scheduled appointments, senseless lies, and the breath of dirty exhaust rising to fill a tattered sky. All things to be recorded, all records to be stored. All that is stored to be locked away and sealed. This was the world beyond the hills, its greatest secrets only served to prove how useless secrets are.
Yet she found solace in the quiet her pocket of perfect would bring her. In these moments she shared years with the planet as it should be, unscarred and alive with wonder content to remain wondrous. She lived in the busy and useless bumbling of the city, but was truly alive in the soft brushes of clean air dancing through her hair and the colors vibrant along the horizon of the sky. It was another evening in another spring, and it was again like nothing she had ever seen.
Hope you enjoyed, and be sure to look for it in this coming issue of ARTJAM-magazine! :3
ARTJAM-magazineWas tons of fun to stretch out and write!
Hills
It was on a hilltop overlooking fabled fields of golden grass, wisps of wind lending the helping hand of a dance partner in the lazy and graceful manner of a masterful duet. The breath would capture small hints of pollen drifting into the air, a collaboration by speckled splashes of spotted color dotting the hillsides destined to decorate future moments such as this. Stars came to wake as the sky played canvas to an amazing assortment artful strokes - hues of purple drawing through royal blues, astounding collisions of reds, oranges, and yellows - all falling center on the central orchestra of a setting sun.
The waning light drew brilliant rays across a familiar face, tracing comfortably over a friend met a day long ago and many since. Breath slipped from her lips in eagerness to mingle yet again with the crisp air as she drew in the vista before her. Body relaxed, each muscle released from the tensions of a life that often filled with raucous cacophonies and severed harmonies, she found a peace once thought defiled and dead. An aged tree perched upon the crest offered her rest as it shared an unending tome of calm to paint peace over such pained calamity. Each shifting blade of grass playing through her bronzed fur brought comfort to her ailing mind; each gentle rustle of leaves as the wind asked to frolic once more was a whisper only one truly listening could hear - she felt home in the bark pressed behind her and and love in the dirt of the earth alive beneath her.
Her life was one of the most utter turmoils, where towers reached to the sky in jealousy of the ageless sun and the world was washed of its beauty in stark defiance of comfort for the brutal speed of efficiency. Her familiars of this world were equally stripped of the pleasantries such simple worlds share, the open honesty of gently rolling hills and breezes exchanged through time for scheduled appointments, senseless lies, and the breath of dirty exhaust rising to fill a tattered sky. All things to be recorded, all records to be stored. All that is stored to be locked away and sealed. This was the world beyond the hills, its greatest secrets only served to prove how useless secrets are.
Yet she found solace in the quiet her pocket of perfect would bring her. In these moments she shared years with the planet as it should be, unscarred and alive with wonder content to remain wondrous. She lived in the busy and useless bumbling of the city, but was truly alive in the soft brushes of clean air dancing through her hair and the colors vibrant along the horizon of the sky. It was another evening in another spring, and it was again like nothing she had ever seen.
Hope you enjoyed, and be sure to look for it in this coming issue of
ARTJAM-magazine! :3
Category Story / Abstract
Species Mammal (Other)
Size 50 x 50px
File Size 3 kB
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