porkyandthemob

Figments of a blue glow started to rise above the mountains to the east, pushing the deep blackness across the sky.  The stars seamed to twinkle even more fervently as if they were not sure when they would be able to be seen again.  The mountains unseen through the night suddenly stood boldly, prominently and full of grandeur.  In the distance, thick, grey clouds to the South started to mount an attack.  They knew he approached.  He groaned, but pushed on.  Traversing a wind swept field, small blades of luminous, green grass emerged beneath his feet through the crisp snow.  Before the last groan escaped, a smile crept up on his face.  The hairs in his moustache cracked again.