Like a Didgeridoo - Hypaethral

The land, the maelstrom of earthly russet and leafy viridian, the great expanses of liquid salt, the now ever-present smattering of dazzling lights on the tenebrous horizon, was a map he knew by heart and by perfect memory.

The wind here hummed and droned between the towering dunes like the old didgeridoos of the South East. The dry, warm desert heat rose in roiling waves to tousle his ebony feathers, pushing him higher into the wide, sprawling sky. He would fly North, where the rain would pluck dainty rhythms and melodies upon the lush forest foliage.

The End

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