Post by CARHARTT on Apr 14, 2012 0:26:13 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 595159; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] T H E C R Y S T A L L I N E L A I R For miles on end the white pure snow covers the majority of the vicinity. The sky is painted a pale cerulean; wispy ivory clouds trace the uneven horizon. As the radiant sun rises above the tips of the hills, tiny blades of grass flash with a gleam as the sun beams shower down over the hill tops. The picturesque green grass is nibbled short, revealing an intricate grazing pattern of a nearby mustang herd. Fresh dew drops litter the vast breath taking landscape, giving everything in sight a surreal and dream like appearance. An ice cold creek entwines with the contours of the hillside; clear porcelain water gliding nosily downstream, weaving through the center of the hills into the abyss. Undersized fish can be spotted swimming to and fro; an untrained eye could easily miss the small delicate movements. Rugged impressions of hoof prints loom beneath in the russet colored muddy bank, each one harboring an uncharted route that only the creator can comprehend. Claimed by Barkley |
