Hiding From The Moon

Breathing hard he tore through the woods, in and out he cycled cool moist night air. Light from the silver glow of the full moon belched out upon the woodlands. Free. He felt free, felt as if he had not been alive in years. Strength and power surged through him, rushing through his veins as he let loose and ran though the underbrush, snatches of branches and brambles nipping at him, taking tufts of hair as he passed. He didn’t care about leaving traces, he was free.

Stopping at a stream he knelt and drank, long slow draws from the cold water, water that fed the earth, fed him. I am the night, I am the earth, I am the power he thought, all the power in the universe. He had forgotten just how good it felt to run, feeling his powerful muscles move him along. Feeling his lungs exercise and work for a change. He pushed his body hard, only to have it respond by wanting more. It felt good, so he ran. Read the rest of this entry »