Tyree Moore

Stay Frosty

The mountain stood in the distance like an old friend, unapproachable; plastered to the vistas before Giuseppe's eyes as he ever so slightly licked the tip of his thumb and pointed it at Kels and I for the umpteenth time, and told us to move slightly to the left on a count of "wind resistance.". Me and Kels wear two separate colored jumpsuits, mine was a rogue red and hers a canary yellow. Kels was tired of standing there in that spot, that cold dewey spot where the yellow daffodils had just risen by way of spring just about to kick winter to the curb. Her feet may have been colder than mine were, or she could have just been tired of looking at this knock-off Van Gogh. Everywhere is a haughty unknown spaceship to the fellow, but for this rural slice of life in the hills I couldn't blame the joker, nor his princess of chaos beside him. "Paula!" Giuseppe cheered jocularly, " "Can you go snatch a few waters from the counter in the stable?". Without two ruffles of her tail feather she dashed through the clearing to the cabin on his accord. I would have corrected him for being insolent, but I held my tongue; and the cold did not usually get too frigid for me around this time as the sun hadn't begun to set just yet. But, my feet like Kels were getting a little nippy at my big toe. It was Giuseppe's idea to capture this moment, I'm just glad I get to have a moment captured here on today other than the days that haunt this sanctuary just beyond the perimeter of the timber. "Can you make this brisk G before your canvas is a rendition of a scene from a phantom film, we still gotta hike child of Botticelli." I uttered sarcastically. He seemed to hurry a tad and Paula began to return in her new blue puffer coat with white lining along the bottom; the sparkling water added a nice glimmer to her essence. She seemed like she was prepared for what it was worth, she even brought a flare gun onto the trip... that's something to say the least.