ShhItsDark

The Hardest Goodbyes, are the Ones You Don't Get a Chance to Say    The land seemed to be holding its breath.  The air was still - quiet and undisturbed; nothing stirred in the early morning mist.  Even the sun seemed reluctant to begin its routine journey across the sky.  No wind rolled through the open plains, stirring the grass, and not a creature dared move.  Everything seemed suspended in time - all but one lone figure.    Silver as the mist, she moved with precision and grace.  Her paw steps were delicate, yet somehow firm, as if they had a confidence in their actions like none other.  She went by unnoticed, blending in with the gre