I lay on the soft, cold grass as it swirls around me brushing up against my body. The grass seems almost moist, it makes me feel alive.
I hear the rustling of the leaves from the wind in the trees. What sweet music it is.
I look up at the night sky covered in clouds. It might rain, but I will stay if it does.
The lights from the city are a long way off, and I cannot see them. But the moon and stars are bright enough for me.
The wolf howls softly a tune of sorrow. I let it sink in.
I feel the wind brush against my face as the wind snaps and howls fiercly, just like the wolf and his tune.
Everything is beating to the perfect rhythm, to the perfect pace.
My heart pounds deeply in my chest and I feel like never before. So at peace it’s crazy.
But as the leaves rustle, the wind and the wolf howl, and the grass sways to-and-fro, I lose myself and let it all go.