Summer was over
The darkness was pleasant.
A cold wind blew in off the ocean, its whistle mingling with the roar of the ocean and heralding the winter that had begun to leech into the landscape.
Summer was over.
He was cold, but he gave it no consideration. He had spent so much time alone over the last few months that his own company had almost become welcome, if a little predictable. He missed many things, but he had learnt so much more.
The sand chilled between his toes, even more so than the wind, and random twigs and stones stuck at the soles of his feet, catching skin in the dark. He paid them no heed. The lands behind his beach house were familiar now, paths worn between saltbush and wind-lashed tree, his footprints and the tracks of animals the only impressions amongst the brush.
Spiderweb caught his face, invisible silken thread dancing across his nose and tangling in his eyelashes.
He jumped back, flailing at the air before him.
Something crawled across his hand.
He knew what it was, and he danced the dance of the bug ridden, his feet stumbling in the dark.
But the darkness ate everything and soon the spider and its web were gone, only the adrenalin remained. A pounding heart and hot breath.
The cold wind blew in off the ocean and he turned back to his path, wandering amongst the brush.
Summer was over.
For some.
[ Michael | Knight Rider Originated | spider (
libraryofwinds) | 241 ]
A cold wind blew in off the ocean, its whistle mingling with the roar of the ocean and heralding the winter that had begun to leech into the landscape.
Summer was over.
He was cold, but he gave it no consideration. He had spent so much time alone over the last few months that his own company had almost become welcome, if a little predictable. He missed many things, but he had learnt so much more.
The sand chilled between his toes, even more so than the wind, and random twigs and stones stuck at the soles of his feet, catching skin in the dark. He paid them no heed. The lands behind his beach house were familiar now, paths worn between saltbush and wind-lashed tree, his footprints and the tracks of animals the only impressions amongst the brush.
Spiderweb caught his face, invisible silken thread dancing across his nose and tangling in his eyelashes.
He jumped back, flailing at the air before him.
Something crawled across his hand.
He knew what it was, and he danced the dance of the bug ridden, his feet stumbling in the dark.
But the darkness ate everything and soon the spider and its web were gone, only the adrenalin remained. A pounding heart and hot breath.
The cold wind blew in off the ocean and he turned back to his path, wandering amongst the brush.
Summer was over.
For some.
[ Michael | Knight Rider Originated | spider (
libraryofwinds) | 241 ]