Return of the Wolf

I had lost my wolf.

My beautiful sandy-colored wolf.

I was angry and hurt because I loved my wolf.

Then, a miracle happened.

I went for a run.

In broad daylight, I ran and I ran.

I ran past beautiful dark green trees, sparkling blue waterfalls, and velvet-blue bluebell fields.

I ran until the clock struck midnight; tired from running, I stretched and lay to rest by a lake.

When I awoke, I studied my reflection in the lake.

I jumped for joy.

My wolf was back.

I howled gloriously to the beaming silver light of the glorious full moon.