13 April 2012
I feel the crisp, cold grass beneath my feet. The brisk morning air sweeps past me. I shiver, but it's a good shiver. I've never liked warmth, I prefer the cold. Just feeling the icy sensation shoot through every fibre of my being.
I'm wearing a single velveteen Kimono. I let the lowermost of the silken gown flutter in the breeze.
I look upon the vibrant sunrise, red and orange, flecked with purple and violet. A stunning spectrum of colours compressed into a single sky. It's beautiful.
"Come in, Tara", I hear from the house. I turn around to see my mothers head leaning out of the door. "You'll catch your death out there"she clamours.
I walk inside, turning my head to take in the colours one last time. Just in time to see the black shape of a raven against the bright, yellow sun.
The Black Raven • Opuss № I