[GK]Moby Dick - chapter 3

Though all inhabit the same terrestrial sphere, each one's life experience remains uniquely their own. For those with an eye for detail and a heart sensitive to subtle nuances, every single leaf may shift different shades of glow when it drifts from the branches.

Vasily was crouching within the tussocks. He clutched his pencil and sketched with an almost feverish urgency, so engrossed in his drawing that he didn't notice the leaf when it settled softly on his head.

A rubythroat chirped cheerfully on a nearby stump, the vibrant red patch on its neck flashing with every note. Perhaps the bird had mistaken Vasily for an unmoving part of nature, or it was seeking a portrait from the artist. But he offered only a cursory glance before plunging right back into the visions spun from his observation and imagination. The little bird hopped around for a while longer until it got bored, then promptly flew off.

He would most certainly sketch it, were it not for his stockpile of paper dwindling lower. They should have already made it to the next station by now, if the horse he'd nicked from the train hadn't needed feeding. He could only wait for the mare to finish her slow grazing work.

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