art by Zambiemaster
He was back where it all had started. Memories of being washed up on this very shore flooded his brain, of nearly drowning at sea, only to reach land by mere chance. Perhaps, it was also by chance that an acquaintance with extraordinary abilities had found him that very moment, and used her gift to save him. These memories brought up a mix of emotions inside of him, as he tried to wrap his brain around it all. It was like he had been hypnotized to enter the sea in the first place, and hypnotized to nearly die from it. Yet, he didn’t. He had survived, and now he was here.
Gazing at the sandy shoreline brought back the uncomfortable feeling of his wet fur and all the sand and muck that had clung to it. It had taken him days to clean himself off after that. At least now, he was lucky enough to be dry. When his claws dug into the sand this time, there was nothing to make it stick, so it simply rolled off him with a quick shake. This time, as he stared at the water, he knew for certain he wasn’t about to enter it. He wasn’t about to get wet and dirty all over again. But then, why was he here?
The small canid glanced around him, watching the waves slowly roll in and out in no particular rhythm or pattern. He wasn’t really sure he could come up with a reason why he was here at all. Then again, perhaps his life didn’t need to have a rhythm either. Maybe there didn’t need to be a reason. He had spent so much time recently pondering on reasons, and after all this time, he wasn’t sure he was any closer to an answer.
A sigh escaped his breath. It felt good to let the overthinking go - to be carried by the wind and drowned in the sea. He’d sit, watching the water sparkle in the setting sunlight. The world held a pink and orange hue that slowly darkened as the minutes passed. Soon the world would be covered by the velvet darkness of night - and the stars could finally come out to play.
He was back where it all had started. Memories of being washed up on this very shore flooded his brain, of nearly drowning at sea, only to reach land by mere chance. Perhaps, it was also by chance that an acquaintance with extraordinary abilities had found him that very moment, and used her gift to save him. These memories brought up a mix of emotions inside of him, as he tried to wrap his brain around it all. It was like he had been hypnotized to enter the sea in the first place, and hypnotized to nearly die from it. Yet, he didn’t. He had survived, and now he was here.
Gazing at the sandy shoreline brought back the uncomfortable feeling of his wet fur and all the sand and muck that had clung to it. It had taken him days to clean himself off after that. At least now, he was lucky enough to be dry. When his claws dug into the sand this time, there was nothing to make it stick, so it simply rolled off him with a quick shake. This time, as he stared at the water, he knew for certain he wasn’t about to enter it. He wasn’t about to get wet and dirty all over again. But then, why was he here?
The small canid glanced around him, watching the waves slowly roll in and out in no particular rhythm or pattern. He wasn’t really sure he could come up with a reason why he was here at all. Then again, perhaps his life didn’t need to have a rhythm either. Maybe there didn’t need to be a reason. He had spent so much time recently pondering on reasons, and after all this time, he wasn’t sure he was any closer to an answer.
A sigh escaped his breath. It felt good to let the overthinking go - to be carried by the wind and drowned in the sea. He’d sit, watching the water sparkle in the setting sunlight. The world held a pink and orange hue that slowly darkened as the minutes passed. Soon the world would be covered by the velvet darkness of night - and the stars could finally come out to play.