Seaside Moors Rhapsody in Blue

It was a cool, grey morning and the sea now sprawled at the horizon, quite the change for Quixote.  All he'd seen lately had been mountains and trees, but there before him was the seemingly unending abyss.  The chill wind bit into his fur, reminding him of the coming winter, stacking upon the aready colder temperatures that came from the sea itself.

He'd made a point as the sun rose (not that he could see it through the clouds) to find his way towards the sea.  He'd landed himself on a landscape that much resembled the rolling coastal waters itself.  Hills abounded, and he found himself sitting on a particularly tall one that had a reasonable view of the ocean through some spindly, foreign-looking trees.  It was as close as he felt like getting at this instant.  Winter was indeed lurking, and sometime before it he'd have to find a home... Even if it was a temporary one.  Quixote wasn't exactly sure what he was looking for, though, and even with as many options as he'd passed in his travels, here he was at the edge of the world, wondering if there were more.  What did he want to do with his life?  What was there to find?  Whether it be indecision or just a quest for perfection that he wasn't able to lessen his goals for, here he was, still alone as the diffuse morning light brightened into another day.