Post by scarecrow on Mar 14, 2014 0:17:37 GMT
A lot had happened in the last few days, and frankly Scarecrow needed to slow down for a minute. The tengu found a sunny spot between the trees and sat down. The sun had warmed the grass beneath him as he sat down to meditate.
He thought of a bird perched on a branch, looking this way and that before, in slow motion, taking flight. He made note of the feathers, and how they glinted in the sunlight, how they moved to lift the bird off of the branch. Then he watched it fly off into the horizon until it was nothing more than a speck, and finally disappeared.
He thought of a bird perched on a branch, looking this way and that before, in slow motion, taking flight. He made note of the feathers, and how they glinted in the sunlight, how they moved to lift the bird off of the branch. Then he watched it fly off into the horizon until it was nothing more than a speck, and finally disappeared.