09-10-2016, 10:34 AM
Isak had found very little shelter from the cold.
His muscles were sore and he ached from head to toe. He missed the humid jungle and the white beach and the sound of the ocean crashing -- he yearned for the scent of tropical fruit, the taste of water hidden between the folds of greenery. There was a sweetness to the jungle and now he finds nothing except bitterness.
The bay wanders along the less frequented roads. Lost but not scared, never scared. His mother taught him to be brave and despite not knowing where he is, or how he will eat, Isak cannot afraid to be afraid.
With cautious steps he slips beneath the branches of strange, needle-like trees. Here he can find some shelter from the biting wind. Isak leans against the rough bark and his mind drifts to the a far away place.
His muscles were sore and he ached from head to toe. He missed the humid jungle and the white beach and the sound of the ocean crashing -- he yearned for the scent of tropical fruit, the taste of water hidden between the folds of greenery. There was a sweetness to the jungle and now he finds nothing except bitterness.
The bay wanders along the less frequented roads. Lost but not scared, never scared. His mother taught him to be brave and despite not knowing where he is, or how he will eat, Isak cannot afraid to be afraid.
With cautious steps he slips beneath the branches of strange, needle-like trees. Here he can find some shelter from the biting wind. Isak leans against the rough bark and his mind drifts to the a far away place.