Coconut Grove a rush of blood booms in my ears,

Like a ripe blueberry. He continued with his own imagery. Again, she didn't seem fat to him, her legs, face, and neck were still clear on her healthy stature - just the growing belly full of life. She lacked the rolls of fat and obvious signs of a sloth-like life.

Pushing through the current, he waded into the waters until they reached the base of his neck. The water was indeed still cold, but as history would dictate, as well as his time with Tundra - the cold rarely bothered him at all. A welcomed stinging sensation actually, awakening him from the inside out. The seabird isn't comfortable in the cold? he teased softly over his shoulder, watching her in the shallows while he happily let the current push and pull against his body.