Post by Livin A Lie//Dare on Sept 14, 2008 20:05:27 GMT -5
The silver siamese flicked his tail as he reached the thyme patch. Bushes of the sweet herb billowed around his paws, and the odd sprig of sage popped up now and then. For the first time, Forever smiled, the calming thyme soothing him, the warm breeze whispering sweet nothings in his ears. He felt at one with the forest, the wind that whistled the trees, the herbs that grew in fragrant patches that made their fragrance cling to him as he stepped through them like stepping stones. Butterflies danced in the air and the sky was cloudless.
It was a perfect day, and you could say he was lost in thyme.
It was a perfect day, and you could say he was lost in thyme.
