Post by ann on Aug 9, 2012 13:46:38 GMT -5
Though my old mind is fading and memories are gone
I sing with grace my ancestors song
Dancing with me those of my past
Someday I will come to meet with you at long last.
This tune was in her head, memorized from a long sense forgotten teacher. Her face was there but a name was not and so she just sang, happy that at least she could remember the lyrics. A smile was pulled as her pale pink lips, the golden tips wrinkling in an effort to show her glee. This place was beautiful and it instilled upon her a sense of glory, she felt to swathe herself in it. The sun shimmered upon the aqua surface, its rays bouncing off the waves and ripples that swam to the sand. Her hooves sunk deep into the beige sand beneath her, while the golden of her pelt resembled the sea, shimmering and beautiful. In this light however it appeared that Anouk was very old as divots in the skin appeared all along her body and various hues of gray had made home of her coat, marking a normally flawless golden. In her younger years she was so gorgeous, she had made the males dance with lust, now she felt as if her old frail bones could barely carry all these thoughts. Often Anouk wondered if her thoughts were juggernauts to her demise as they often left an unbearable amount of weight on her shoulders. All she could do was wonder though and it only added more force to the old mare. She was a never-ending pool of knowledge and curiosity.
At the edge of the water now she cast her gaze far out across the scape, accounting for the blotch of bright sun high in the sky and the glistening of high waves far out across the sea. There was nothing ugly about this place, how could there be? Moving onward with her prints in the sand the crashing waves were interminable in their approach at her hooves. The spray attacked her legs and brought a soothing cool, if brief, sensation. It made her want to tread closer and she wondered if she dared. The ocean was often not a horses friend and what lay beneath could be hazardous to her health. She had these warnings in her head while starting out to sea and yet there was a potent force calling her forward, enticing Anouk to step into the cooling and refreshing insipid. It glowed in the sunlight, as if beckoning her forward and into the heavens. Obeying her instincts but ignoring her mind’s cautious words. She did not allow her action to cogitate; instead she just enjoyed the feeling and rush of cooling liquid running over her body. The wind played with her mane, twisting the light honey and ivory of her long furs and forelock. It rushed past her underbelly as she treaded deeper into ocean, enjoying the freshness of salty water seeping into her nostrils and down her lungs. Everything seemed rather perfect here, and in this moment she forgot how old she really was.
It was a pleasant moment in time in which she cherished this brief feeling of youth that normally evaded her all-together. She was almost blinded by the way the light shone off the waves, the way the wind captured the water and made it bend to her will. It really was fascinating the way nature moved and lived. Anouk took a moment to appreciate it before taking a step further, her breath heavy as she sucked in the salty air. There was cool pressing against her and it felt pretty good, the wind caused her tassel to tickle her rump. There was little rhyme or reason to her visit here, and yet she felt it fated that she had finally decided to visit these neutral lands. She thought about that as she watched the waves grow smaller at her feet, and crashing against her knees. This scene really was perfect.
