Post by magicmyst on Jun 1, 2012 20:00:20 GMT -5
The 3 year old mare desided it was time to do an bit of meet and great with any locals that may have been here or where around. he was far from her home where she grew up. now on her own. The moon light was bright enough to illumate her and the path she walked on. the Spring night air cool tonight. As the stars above skies seemed like there where doing a dance. There is nothing like walking to get the feel of a country. A fine landscape is like
a piece of music; it must be taken at the right tempo. Gardens of spring flowers in the air. Was a promise of feeling alive. A garden should feel like a walk in the woods. Which for Magic Myst that was what it felt like tonight. What she could see was magic in its self. The real voyage of discovery consists of not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes. And before her orbs she could see trees in there spring buds. The lushes of green grass gently blowing in like it was waving. Colours change: in the night light, red shines out bright and clear and the blues merge into their surroundings, melting into the greens; but by the evening the reds loose their piquancy, embracing a quieter tone and shifting toward the blues in the rainbow. Yellow flowers remain bright, and white ones become luminous, shining like ghostly figures against a darkening green background. Hoping to meet others soon as she took in the sceen around her she walked with a gentle canter as she entered Moonlit walk. In hopes of maybe seeing or meeting some new friends.
a piece of music; it must be taken at the right tempo. Gardens of spring flowers in the air. Was a promise of feeling alive. A garden should feel like a walk in the woods. Which for Magic Myst that was what it felt like tonight. What she could see was magic in its self. The real voyage of discovery consists of not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes. And before her orbs she could see trees in there spring buds. The lushes of green grass gently blowing in like it was waving. Colours change: in the night light, red shines out bright and clear and the blues merge into their surroundings, melting into the greens; but by the evening the reds loose their piquancy, embracing a quieter tone and shifting toward the blues in the rainbow. Yellow flowers remain bright, and white ones become luminous, shining like ghostly figures against a darkening green background. Hoping to meet others soon as she took in the sceen around her she walked with a gentle canter as she entered Moonlit walk. In hopes of maybe seeing or meeting some new friends.