Early on its venture, evidence of a panorama nearing fruition presented itself, squirrels scurrying hurriedly from scrub to scrub up on the far bank, cavorting amongst piles of organic litter, briefly camouflaged before they emerged back on to the vibrant green pastures. Intermittently, any one rodent would disappear into the heights of a tree, fossick momentarily, and re-emerge as though fleeing a house on fire, each leaf on its limb shivering and twisting and slowly shrivelling as they succumbed to the searing frost of the seasonal skyline, turning celadon to umber in their final moments of conflagration.
Among the river shallows, swarms of small insects orbited each other ceaselessly, rolling over and then back under another, bouncing on and off the water’s surface in orchestrated rhythms. Atop the rolling bass, the undulating tone of vast counts of propellers whirred like well-trained sopranos, applying controlled vibrato to the chorus. Then, marching to the steady pulse, a flock of sheep descended on the stream, allowing the lone animal to merge with them on the water’s fringe.
The constancy of bleating drowned the fragile sounds of the air. In a colossal mass of wool, the congregate stumbled down the subtle incline, sending smooth pebbles skipping across the watery surface, soles perambulating daintily until a clumsy submergence. Occasionally, an individual would wobble precariously and fall heavily off the fringe of the causeway, where it would splash sporadically to regain its footing and stay with the crowd.
After some time had elapsed, a figure appeared in the distance, caught between the deep blue of the sky and the verdant landscape, slowly making its way across the face of a hill which followed the trough down to the water. In its step seemed a predisposition for haste. As it grew in salience, features became more distinguishable.
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