A Green Apple?
These were the nights that Gydar had come to dislike the most growing up. It was the time of twilight, when color was meant to streak across the sky, decorate it with flavors and feelings that could inspire even the most jaded of those who still sought the horizon. Tonight was grey, and no trace of the falling sun could be seen from his post on the hill. His Pack had settled the clearing behind him, and as per usual at the end of any days ride, he had pushed ahead to tell them of what might come. Some had questioned him, when the habit was still new in their eyes, but after a time it had become as much routine as any the group managed to uphold, and he was quite certain they would worry if he stayed with them when the days journey was done.
Tonight felt wrong. Somewhere along the way he had felt a jolt pass through him. The energy had been unexplainable, but it left a lasting impression. It was like the sound of a thunderclap when one was unaware of it coming, or the flash of lightning across an otherwise unmolested sky. Something about it had jumped his nerves in a way that if not completely reminded him of going to battle, it at least put the edge to it's anticipation. Something felt wrong, yet he couldn't put a finger on where it might be.
The others had passed through their day untouched, as far as he could tell. Twice Spectra had looked across the plains at a sight that no others eyes could see. He asked, thinking that she had felt the feeling, heard the thunder, but she simply smiled and commented nothing. Had she truely felt something, or was it so disconserting, so...alone that one assumed that the feeling or the sound was created from the mind. Gydar was tired of those feelings, the wondering if his conscious, his experience was something that only he could truely grasp and feel. It made things seem so artifical and distant at times.
The camp moved behind him in it's normal form, but even staring at them, he could see their was a change. Blake spun Thea around for no obvious reason, but she only put one arm around him to return a hug. Spectra was starring across the the plains as if her heart or head were lost in another world yet again. Some of the others though seemed unaware that any such thing could of passed.
Gydar returned his gaze to the plains before them. What was perhaps the worst was that there was no follow up to the feeling that had come. No secondary vibration, no crash of sound nor whisper of it's passing. It was a simple feeling that came in a moment, and was lost to time as if the wind slipped through and took it away. He was trapped once again with the feeling that what he experienced was fabricated from his own mind trying to find a niche in memory.
Gydar tilted his head back ever so slightly and took as deep a breathe as his body would allow. Perhaps the change was finally catching up with him, making him part of it's own. Even if his family was far away at times, there were people here, present to him that loved him. They did not need him, and he loved that, but they did love him, and it was ok. He took a few unsteady steps back to the Pack. Blake raised his eyes from the stew he was working on and gave a light smile. Gydar returned it, hoping that his mood was indiscernable. Perhaps it was that there wasn't a twilight. Perhaps not seeing the change that the sky under took was a tole on his own desire to make change. He wasn't certain of much as he began to pitch his tent, but he was quite certain that whatever it was would be gone by first mornings light. He was hoping the clouds would be as well, and perhaps tomorrow's sunrise could clear away the shadows of tonight.
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I just ifnished watching the end of Stranger than Fiction.
I have no idea what this piece of writing means. I think it's really just one of the most seemless reflections of feelings that I've had in a while, but I can't seem to connect where all the dots are yet. It just sort of came to life and I felt very very compelled to write it.
Hopefully I get a new car tomorrow night, and this bloody weather realizes that it's spring.
Tonight felt wrong. Somewhere along the way he had felt a jolt pass through him. The energy had been unexplainable, but it left a lasting impression. It was like the sound of a thunderclap when one was unaware of it coming, or the flash of lightning across an otherwise unmolested sky. Something about it had jumped his nerves in a way that if not completely reminded him of going to battle, it at least put the edge to it's anticipation. Something felt wrong, yet he couldn't put a finger on where it might be.
The others had passed through their day untouched, as far as he could tell. Twice Spectra had looked across the plains at a sight that no others eyes could see. He asked, thinking that she had felt the feeling, heard the thunder, but she simply smiled and commented nothing. Had she truely felt something, or was it so disconserting, so...alone that one assumed that the feeling or the sound was created from the mind. Gydar was tired of those feelings, the wondering if his conscious, his experience was something that only he could truely grasp and feel. It made things seem so artifical and distant at times.
The camp moved behind him in it's normal form, but even staring at them, he could see their was a change. Blake spun Thea around for no obvious reason, but she only put one arm around him to return a hug. Spectra was starring across the the plains as if her heart or head were lost in another world yet again. Some of the others though seemed unaware that any such thing could of passed.
Gydar returned his gaze to the plains before them. What was perhaps the worst was that there was no follow up to the feeling that had come. No secondary vibration, no crash of sound nor whisper of it's passing. It was a simple feeling that came in a moment, and was lost to time as if the wind slipped through and took it away. He was trapped once again with the feeling that what he experienced was fabricated from his own mind trying to find a niche in memory.
Gydar tilted his head back ever so slightly and took as deep a breathe as his body would allow. Perhaps the change was finally catching up with him, making him part of it's own. Even if his family was far away at times, there were people here, present to him that loved him. They did not need him, and he loved that, but they did love him, and it was ok. He took a few unsteady steps back to the Pack. Blake raised his eyes from the stew he was working on and gave a light smile. Gydar returned it, hoping that his mood was indiscernable. Perhaps it was that there wasn't a twilight. Perhaps not seeing the change that the sky under took was a tole on his own desire to make change. He wasn't certain of much as he began to pitch his tent, but he was quite certain that whatever it was would be gone by first mornings light. He was hoping the clouds would be as well, and perhaps tomorrow's sunrise could clear away the shadows of tonight.
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I just ifnished watching the end of Stranger than Fiction.
I have no idea what this piece of writing means. I think it's really just one of the most seemless reflections of feelings that I've had in a while, but I can't seem to connect where all the dots are yet. It just sort of came to life and I felt very very compelled to write it.
Hopefully I get a new car tomorrow night, and this bloody weather realizes that it's spring.