Wapun Meadow I still get these simple thrills

@Reverie !

After his time with Inkeri, Turmeric decided to stay a little longer in the northern valleys. Here the land rolled out on every side, sometimes broken by rivers and trees, and sometimes even mountains - but even then, everywhere he turned, he could see. Wind played through his winter fur. He ploughed through snowdrifts when he found them. His ribs and his leg still felt stiff where the bones had once been broken, but he dared say that under these open sunny skies, his heart felt… glad.

He knew it would not last, but he enjoyed the feeling anyway. A little more like himself, as foreign and familiar as that even felt.

The snow had blown in heavy sheets this morning and had piled up against a strand of cottonwood trees near the edge of the meadow. Turmeric had aimed to find a river to fish in, but he could find fish later. For now, he stopped here and surveyed the best angle to lope through the snow that duned around the little copse.