Howl discussion

Celandine take a breath before taking the last step of the green, the soles of the black vans sink into the clay-brown mud. She waver her green oculars over the vast blue calm waves, the wind pushing her hair left and right before settling on her shoulders momentarily, the wind was too unpredictable. Strands of the dirty blonde straw-like hair cloak her vision, trying to push her hair out of her face would be useless at this point. She loved it here, so serene the area was. How long before one of the pack members stroll into here and ruin this for her as they do everything else? Celandine's fingers need something to do; so they fidget with her jean pockets finding nothing to do in the beings they pull out and rest uselessly at her side. She close her eyes momentarily taking in the relaxation of the atmosphere before thinking to herself; why are lyrics and poems so beautiful? Of all things, why these tiny little words? Celandine exhale through her nose louder than her usual pace before she open her eyes she softly sing the lyrics in a lullaby.

I'm watching the green give into gold, as summer becomes October's cold.
Gravity begs for one final kiss, she drops it to him as she gives in.

Traces of light linger around, as laces of white fall to the ground.
The softest of sounds for the heaviest things, and the pain that it brings.

As she falls I try to catch her, for one last touch of warmth from summer.
As one thing leaves to becomes another again, I remember when.

Don't remember the day she started to fade, the ground felt a chill as she gave it away,
A whisper - a sigh, for the time that she passed, but this winter won't last.

As she falls I try to catch her, for one last touch of warmth from summer.
As one thing leaves to becomes another again, I remember when, oh to be with summer again.

The days were warm and we wore them like skin, now I feel the effects of October again.

Celandine let a smile tug at her lips now, love; it was a powerful thing. Loosing the one you loved was worse, but the most powerful of all. She twist her right foot, the dark sand being uplifted from its home. Lets see how long she could count before she saw a wolf poking around, interrupting her peace. One, two, three, four . .

(Awkward..)