Proclivities

The world became dull when the ice wasn’t broken for new ground to sprout hope in summer’s falling leaves amid the Gulf Stream.

Retracting currents kept still the thrill of feeding time in order to keep the husk hollow – rather than ravenously barking along up any swooning tree.

The wind kept beckoning, and yet she thought, “Why does he not come for me?”

But vagaries of legendary allegiance kept muddling up the scenery.