A stolen husky thankfully returned to it's owner.
Someone tried to sell me a stolen husky yesterday. I took the dog thinking it was a stray or a spawn of Ghost and thankfully someone saw me who knew the actual owner. It happened to be an old man who was missing Max very much. He had tears in his eyes when he saw me.
The Breach
The breath of the world is locked in stasis. I dance amongst moonbeams and dust motes. Raindrops imbued with eternal light, chiding yet patient they smile with my mouth and bore with my gaze. They snicker and twinkle but do not dissipate, Perpetual as the frozen hourglass. Consistent insistence. I behold such beauty, tis the only thing that moves, that sways. But the grains of sands of time do not drop and nor do the drops of liquid universe. They scatter with the implication of a thought but they do not fall.