Transformation

It was a cool evening in the early stages of fall, the hues were dancing; leaves blowing in the breeze, the sun sinking down over the horizon casting its pink glow behind it as it left its final traces glowing in the sky.  The young man stood transfixed at the splendor of the full moon glowing down on the earth through the clouds.  He could make out the craters of the moons surface as it glowed with a faint touch of orange.  He felt the hair rising on his arms, his hair standing on end.  He felt his body tense up, not with trepidation, but with the acceptance of the inevitable.  He rolled his head back and arched his chest towards the powerful glow emanating from the moon, as if giving into its power.  A sensation of peaceful bliss overtook his senses as he felt every part of his body tingle with a soothing feeling, like the caress of a gentle hand.  His mind explored the extents of the peaceful bliss that seemed to encapsulate his entire being.  He felt himself reach a plateau, and as he crossed it he felt free, freer than he had ever imagined possible.  He found himself laying on his side, rolling over he pushed himself up with his powerful arms; he glanced up at the moon and let out a howl.  The beast was free, powerful and on the prowl.  He felt the cool breeze blow his whiskers back on his face as he stared up, gazing at the full, orange hued moon.

STU – 11/01/09