Ouroboros Spine [m] yellowfeather

would it not have been for the very distracting scent of chickadee, kivaluk might've taken a few moments to be in awe of the tree with it's pale trunk and it's vibrant leaves. but as he follows her trail — that scent — kivaluk has only eyes for her. the world 'round him and her is nothing but a dull blur. inconsequential. not worth him noticing.

chickadee..., he purls his wife's name, letting it morph into a croon that he hopes relays all that he wants to say and cannot. if he tried to speak, he fears, his tongue would become twisted on any word that was not her name!

he moves closer, nearer, a singular truth clinging to the forefront of his mind:

it was time.