Her Morning Elegance - Oren Lavie

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2_HXUhShhmY&feature=related

One of the cooler videos I've seen recently. I guess you'll just have to copy-paste the link.

Great Blue Wolf

I see Great Blue in the mountains. He is the color of dusk clouds, his eyes are pieces of the salmon moon that the sun leaves behind the horizon. He is the color of dying light. He is so big – I see his long jawline in the foothills, his great soft footfalls rumble the pavement next to me like distant thunder, his dark lush pelt floats and ripples in the breeze as if it were alive itself. He is silent as an owl, watchful as a hawk, steady as the mountains. The snow dusts his back like silver. He doesn't shake it off as he looks at me with those great warm eyes. Great Blue is silent. If he howls I've never heard it. Maybe I have. I know he does. He appears and disappears as invisibly as clouds. He walks the backs of the hills and the peaks to the east. When he is still, he is part of them.

I think he must be mother nature's dog.

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I wrote this a month or so ago. A couple years back I got to go to the Colorado Wolf Wildlife Preserve with my grandparents. One or two of the wolves let us touch them, and we got to howl with all the wolves and coyotes and foxes on the property, which was awesome. I've always had a thing for wolves, and Great Blue just sort of evolved out of that. I wrote a short kid's book I stilll intend to illustrate about him and his pack and a little girl and her blanket. We'll see if that ends up going anywhere ....