Into the sky and a little beyond the field of vision, all there was seemed to be some sort of endless light blue with the occasional scattering of clouds moving along as though they were on a conveyor belt, all in one direction and all at the same speed, until it seemed as though they needed to change direction for whatever reason would require them to do so.
Beneath them stretched many hills and fields filled with various flora and fauna going about their business as though anything beyond their reach was not a necessary concern they needed to think about at that particular time as there were other things to worry about, such as what was going to be a meal and what was going to remain untouched.
Along the land ran a great body of water that was as chaotic as it was controlled; as calm as it was furious. It gave and took life just as effectively as many other mechanisms on the land could, but it did so with far less discrimination.
Staring as far as one could see, it seemed as though many things just continued beyond what was known at any given time, not thinking that perhaps the horizon was the limit and perhaps one was just moving, surrounded by some sort of box.
Lying down and watching some of the clouds pass by, a person felt a small insect land on them, seeming to think that a significantly larger creature was a safe place to land for a moment to have a rest before taking off again and continuing on its search for food and a mate before deciding that it was time to pass on, unless it became a sweet delicacy for something a bit more aggressive than it could ever be.
After some time, the person decided to get moving, for winds were picking up and warmth was deciding that it was time to go to slumber.
It was still a significant distance from home and the last thing the person wanted to do was spend time traveling there in the dark and cold, which, whilst they had done so a number of times, were keenly aware of the dangers such an act posed and would rather avoid it if they could.
They kept a steady pace for as long as they felt necessary before deciding to relax a bit. However, noticing that late evening was readily approaching, they decided to pick up their pace to a light jog.
Reaching a partially-define path, they continued at their speed until it became a little too dark to continue with any real ease, for nocturnal creatures would come out and moving right into one could cause an antagonistic reaction that would lead to needless fighting.
Slowly feeling their way along, the person managed to make significant progress for a while. However, compounding on their troubles, rain set in quickly, not leaving much opportunity for making a temporary shelter.
They needed to act quickly.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 11:59:08
Slow. Oh well.
Written at my (new) desk at home