Kintla Flatlands Falling from the stars

Blue had learned young that the seasons and the years they came and went like dancers in smoke. It was quick and if you blinked sometimes you missed them. Her father had always told her one minute your a puppy playing and the next your dying and old wolf. He had been right, and she herself wasn't getting any younger herself. She shook her head and smiled. Oh you want to have fun. All work and no play makes you dull. I don't blame you leaves are fun to jump in.