Will it fill our hearts with thoughts of endless night time sky?
The more he rushes ahead, the more the trees seem to try and hold him back, grabbing and snaring in his clothes, his hair, until a howl of frustration leaves Nate, and he drops, not knowing what he’s trying to do other than sink below the trees, or perhaps rise above them. Whatever will clear his path, allow him to continue rushing towards the roar of the ocean.
And if neither works, well he’ll continue regardless, rushing forward and shredding himself on branches and brambles, putting his speed to the test as he seeks the end of the copse.
Nate tried to either rise or lower out of the reach of the trees, and continues on in as straight a line as he can manage towards the ocean.
And if neither works, well he’ll continue regardless, rushing forward and shredding himself on branches and brambles, putting his speed to the test as he seeks the end of the copse.
Nate tried to either rise or lower out of the reach of the trees, and continues on in as straight a line as he can manage towards the ocean.
NATE
