Swiftcurrent Creek Darkness

A softness in the air. The flurries of the snow from the ground, whirling around. Nothing major, but he liked to watch as the wind carried away small tufts of the earth. It reminded him it was there. Sure he could feel it, but it was always nice to see it.

Arlette walked happily beside him. Her face dipped in layers of concentration as she thought of an answer. She wasn't lying it had been a little difficult. He chuckled. 

I know it is.

She turned the question onto him and he had to think about it himself. He loved the forest with it's dark trees. The shadows that could hide him when he didn't want to be seen. But Meadows, there was something about their direct openess. The way the sun shined on the flowers, dappling them in vibrant colors and warmth.  But it was also wide and you were easily seen, especially a black fellow against a color backdrop.

Forest to sleep in and live, but I would spend most of my time near a meadow. I love to lay in them with the sun warm on you and all those beautiful smells from the flowers. And if you are quiet enough and mindful enough. Sometimes little things will come and alight upon you. Butterflies, bees. Did you ever see a bee close up, Arlette? Their cute little fuzzy fluffs.