Blacktail Deer Plateau Tiptoe tulips

Ash Paw had used to take the little things for granted. The way the sun dappled the leaves and the grasses. How it felt on a warm day in spring or summer. The fresh deluge of rainfall upon small petite body, heavy and sagging usually but the end, but clean.

Ash Paw gave a small laugh, a gentle chuckle from deep in her throat and shifted a dainty shoulder.

 That is a downfall of it yes. Would you be amenable to telling me something you enjoy? I know very little about you.

She tilted her head towards him, blue eyes gazing up at his own dark eyes, wondering. What was it in his mind and heart of hearts. Was it just death that he liked alone.