It's evening... and the hushed song of the ocean has one again lured me to into it's calming embrace. The moon is at it's fullest at the moment. It's soft light reflects so elegantly off the waves...
Gradually my darkened tresses lose their color... replaced by shades that mirror that of a rare opal. The scales along my match those soft shades of pearl, pale pink... sea green... blue... lavender -- deepening on how the moonlight shins down upon me. How lovely the way my opalescent scales seem to reflect that light! In deeper waters these softer shades would reflect any light... the light cast by the dangler of the male's of our clan. It is also a way to let them know which females are receptive. I mean... who wants to waste their time on an ice queen?
Alas, I am far from the deep waters of my home. Tonight I shall bask under the soft moon's glow... alone. I cannot help my whisper a soft song as I gaze upwards into the heavens.
"Chaaron dishaaon mein ye daastaan ho
Ek dil, ek dang, ek jaan
Chaaron dishaaon mein ye daastaan ho
Ek dil, ek dang, ek jaan
Sarhad nah he koyi yahaan
Khuli ye zameen he, khula aasmaan"*
Ah how fortune has smiled upon me... it is the eight day of the month... so these cravings should only last for another -- pauses to count on fingers -- Twenty-two days! Damnit! That's too long! It's a good thing my hair and fines will go back to normal in the morning... so the cravings will remain. But I think I can stay focused on work. The idiots of the Irem have a way of magically killing sex drives! Plus... I have to get back to that roman story.
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*"In every direction, let this be the philosophy
One heart, one colour, one soul
In every direction, let this be the philosophy
One heart, one colour, one soul
There are no boundaries here
The earth is open, open is the sky" lyrics by Nitin Sawhney.
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