She ran, quicker and quicker now. From wave to wave she rushed. Her back legs stopped touching the water some time ago. She did not think about it at all now. It was just her and the water and the night and the storm. They were all one, one being. Afraid, afraid to stop, afraid to change directions, just rushing, further, further and further away from the land. Towards the really dark water, towards the really deep see, towards the barely touched place.
She would run for another few hours maybe, not tiring at all, she never did. Then, when it was time to stop, she would. And the ocean would embrace her, cold at first, but then very familiar and warm and just good.
But for now...rush, rush, rush...
beautiful!
dammmmmndawg, you could even like...sell these
;)
: )
(thank you...)
and might i suggest some o-cean studies please...
beautiful waves... hmm..yes... (and a very sweet creature too.. :)
wow! these 360 x 360 series you're startin' are S-W-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-T!
:-) :-D :-)
she looks like an aztec chihuahua... and is that a little canoe?
it's so whimsical it makes me immediately smile!... love the fluid graceful lines in both drawings... this one reminds me of beaten egg whites.
witold, you would be a wonderful children's book illustrator... or teacher... or both!
thanks for the treats! :-)
Witold, I can see this idea being expanded into a children's book... wonderful!
Looks like someone dropped a Star Trek phaser at the bottom of the hill/wave... oops, showing my geek roots!