hawk
cosmology
tepid
ruminate
vanilla
The hawk circled languidly, riding the thermals, living in the moment, being a hawk. The hawk didn't ruminate about the sun growing tepid, about the universe slowly expanding until its lonely stars no longer shared their warmth with orbiting worlds, about any of the other--mostly dire--laws of cosmology. He wanted to be like the hawk. He wanted to lie in the grass and think of nothing but the deliciousness of his vanilla ice cream cone.
carrion
brackish
bold
certain
puls
cosmology
tepid
ruminate
vanilla
The hawk circled languidly, riding the thermals, living in the moment, being a hawk. The hawk didn't ruminate about the sun growing tepid, about the universe slowly expanding until its lonely stars no longer shared their warmth with orbiting worlds, about any of the other--mostly dire--laws of cosmology. He wanted to be like the hawk. He wanted to lie in the grass and think of nothing but the deliciousness of his vanilla ice cream cone.
carrion
brackish
bold
certain
puls