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Oct. 14th, 2011 10:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thisisnomythThe fox had run to the sea.
It doesn’t regret what it had done, not at all. It lived on a ship with a crew of mismatched sailors, a family that had been cobbled together in ports and piers. They had grown three times the size they had been when they started and there are no regrets. Some of them leave, get off when they reach land but none of them look back at their time with the crew badly.
And now it’s the fox’s turn. It’s his time to leave the sea and remember what it’s like to have land under his feet, to feel the turn of the earth and not the crashing of the sea. It’s his turn to wander forests and hear the crunching of leaves.
But a part of his heart will always belong to the sea, just as a part of his heart will always belong to the forest. He will close his eyes and dream of sunsets over the ocean, of the smell of salt in his fur, of steering the ship through good days and bad.
The good thing though, the best thing, is that no one is chaining him to the forest, just as no one is chaining him to the sea. He’ll be back on the deck of his ship one day, just not right now.
It doesn’t regret what it had done, not at all. It lived on a ship with a crew of mismatched sailors, a family that had been cobbled together in ports and piers. They had grown three times the size they had been when they started and there are no regrets. Some of them leave, get off when they reach land but none of them look back at their time with the crew badly.
And now it’s the fox’s turn. It’s his time to leave the sea and remember what it’s like to have land under his feet, to feel the turn of the earth and not the crashing of the sea. It’s his turn to wander forests and hear the crunching of leaves.
But a part of his heart will always belong to the sea, just as a part of his heart will always belong to the forest. He will close his eyes and dream of sunsets over the ocean, of the smell of salt in his fur, of steering the ship through good days and bad.
The good thing though, the best thing, is that no one is chaining him to the forest, just as no one is chaining him to the sea. He’ll be back on the deck of his ship one day, just not right now.