#669022 added September 23, 2009 at 10:19pm Restrictions: None
Penguin
Utterly alone, standing on the jagged black rocks the stillness settles in. Quiet abounds here, something that comes with the territory, this way of life. Surrounded by chilling shades of deep blue that sometimes blend into the sky, and mountains of froze white, it is hard to believe this is it—life; living in this polar moment of time.
Waiting, as patient as possible is a daunting task. Time consuming is this existence, not that there is anything else to do for the time being. Outcast—that one word explains so much. It is solitude, a private hell, another day.
A distant noise assaults the tranquility. Craning, the sight is one to behold. Hundreds of black and white’s invade the rock, the loneliness becoming a distant reality.
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