a SiNKiNG thought

[Jade]

[glow=aqua,2,300]bubBles[/glow]

Under the shade of a nice oak tree I thought about this weeks events. Arriving at this marvelous place in Heart Lake Valley to help my sick grandmother, poor grandmother passing away, the many many tears I left at her grave, the Heart Lake. Where I was now. It was so gorgeous with the pink and orange sunset casting its last rays into the cooling night air, and the reflection dancing on the light blue waves of the lake. Then there was the tree I was under, lush and green with fallen blossoms scattered, almost forgotten to the world but for the light pink petals remaining on the soft green ground. And the many leaves that let sunlight filtre through and cast a large shadow in front of you on the ground. And the sounds of crickets and frogs seranading a soft light lullabye to the surrounding world, and the delightful birds that joined in the chorus, and fluttered around happily preparing their nests for young soon to hatch. Surley this was what paradise was, a peaceful, serene place, by whick lay a non threatening cloud of bubbles, coming from the underworld of this amazing lake. I imagined little fish, minows, swimming around oblivious the the other world above them, and as they breathed, a small little trail of bubbles floats up towards that other world, and broke the surface, dissrupting the soft waves for just a moment. This place was absolute refuge, from the world of pain and misery where my grandmother had just left me alone...

[GOOT]

I was getting discouraged. Many hours I had treaded on foot, searching for my mount. The sensible paint probably had gone home, where I should be. I had already searched around the entire lake, looking through the brush and beaches, as well as the dips in the close-cut grasslands. No one could ride her away, though, and so it soothed my mind to believe she was where she wanted to be. Wherever she was, it was of her own free will. There were three possibilities for her disappearance-- She was heading home, without a rider upon her back and striking worry into the hearts of the elders. Or she was standing behind a bush or tree, watching me with her mocking eyes and jeering at my careless cluelessness. Finally, she could be exploring the land as we had done just this morning. Whichever, she was nowhere to be found. And she was not with me. I stop, muttering Algonquin obscenities under my breath. Where was this horse?

Shaking my head, I decided to tire from the search, for the shadows grew long as the sun casted its final rays over the horizon. Glancing around, my eyes rest upon another, sitting dejectedly below an oak. I cautiously approach her with a friendly smile, eyes swimming as I took in her details. I try to meet her aqua blue eyes, as they are as expressionate as my own. Though they spoke, I did not know what her eyes said. Their melody was of hurt and soothing, but what was behind them, I did not know. She was not an avid sportsgirl, but she did not appear to be without stamina. I take note of her earthern colors, but rather than make the note that she didn't want to be seen, I thought she was in harmony with the spirits and with the environment. "Hello," I whisper toward her, "Kwey Kwey."

ooc; Sorry it's so short. I've got to babysit in 4 minutes.