I can picture every move that a man could make

[Ilian]

Sundown, you better take care The wind tasted as fresh and vibrant as any spring wind that blew across his homeland. Buzzing, thrumming, moving air ran the tips of its fingers along the grasses that caressed his stomach, but the touch was not foreign to him. The same type of rabbits scurried from the thundering of his hooves and the same, condescending blue jays perched on the branches, plump with blossoms. Yet, the newness of the land made him grin like a fool. He charmed the blue jay, chased the rabbits, moved his lips in a vibrato in tune with the air. Soil pulled from the ground as he high-stepped, the gleeful fool, ears pricked and nostrils open, greedily sucking the wind from the grasses.  Alas, poor glee, he knew it well. The man had a talent for such discoveries. The fool! Hopeless was he, this pleasant rover, for hardships nor tragedy nor the cold grasp of nature could phase him. What worry had he, this second-born son of a second-born son? What melancholy could change him, this spare of a spare? Haplessly, he settled himself beneath the stretched limbs of a tree where a family of winged creatures rustled about their nests. The great gray body relaxed as the weariness of his travels overcame him.  Such pleasant winds..such graceful grasses... The world has been built for such moments. Sometimes I think it's a shame When I get feelin' better when I'm feelin' no pain Sundown you better take care