Buffalo Gal

May 18th, 2008; 11:26PM

Current mood:imaginative

And she rode naked on the back of the great wild beast. It's nostrils flaring with each great stride. Her legs clamping down, holding her tight to it's hide. Her hair meeting with it's fur between her legs. And as she rode, the great wide plane of the desert stretched out before her. The dry lifeless cracks of pale white silica were as flat and dead as could be. It was why they chose this as the place for recreation. RE-CREATION. She was the bringer of life and death. She was the creator. Everything that she could envision would come to pass. She was in the process of coming to realize this. And as one of her first conscious creations came to be, with each step the buffalo took on the desert salt flats, new life spontaneosly came to be. Lush green grass sprung up wildly. It flowed behind them like a flowing river of emerald life. She was the queen, and this was her cape. She had the power to change death into life. Where there was once a waste land, a new green paradise was taking root. The dry desert heat was now filled with something new on the wind. Instead of the brittle parched desert heat which blew across their faces, drying out their lips and skin; there was now a calm. A feeling of the earth radiating it's long dormant power. If you lay down in the grass, it would envelop you with a feeling of love and warmth. The sun, instead of being the tormentor of noon-day heat, was now pleasant and gentle. Simply warming the skin and bones in a way that felt safe. Like home.