Just ona those things that one's mind thinks about from time to time and gets lost in, drifting endlessly through scenarios and places... Some day I'd like to make a movie like this; but until then here's some random words scribbles depicting some fun imagination exercises.
From the depths of the dreams, first on the face the cold air sifts over, then down; through bumps in the fur blankets, over a warm comfortable body.
Light trickles into the eyes, as consciousness swims forward into the mind/body spectrum again.
You eyelids open as you take in your first breath of the cold dawn air.
The fur tent roof above you gently flutters in a minute morning gust, just barley big enough to cause a ripple across the tension based structure.
Without these tents the lot of you would have died long ago in a nomadic tundra climate like this.
The body warmth starts to escape as you roll over and allow more air to flow through, the sensation delights the skin and slowly tugs your mind further into consciousness.
Suddenly... Your stomach aches, and gives a slight nudge to your self, indicating your hunger.
This is the best part of any day.
Jumping up and pulling on the fur boots and pants, all supplied by the great animals, you burst forward from the tent into the soft snow, as the sun shines brightly across the vast open landscape; you inhale the crisp sweet air and greet the world anew, fresh, and rested from sleep!!!
Your tent is with a group of others, each tent is around 30 to 40 feet away from the other, you are all spread out across the land. Slowly you saunter off to the side of the camp, looking off a cliff and to the mountains in the distance.
Sitting cross legged you open your eyes and start breathing deeply in and out through the nose and mouth. During this time the reality around you flutters and starts to melt and rearrange itself eventually becoming a completely undefinable experience, from which you pluck lessons about your self and others.
This is what all humans do, every day.
The reflection of reflecting.
As others from the group start stirring and waking you hear the grumbles and the gratitudes spill forth from the various individuals... Some can be anywhere, some just can't let be. All is as all will ever have it's way as such; some just can't settle down for some reason. One by one they all make their way from their respective tents.
Pulling in the clean air, everyone knows it's time to go find breakfast.
It's time for the hunt.
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Authors Note: OOOOH MAN IT WOULD BE COOL TO BE A CAVE MAN!!!!
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The world is covered in scatterings of snow and tall grass, the air is cold, but not enough to bother bare skin; and a line of humans scattered down a row are all flush belly to the ground crawling along towards a heard of elk atop a step of rocks.
There are animals everywhere, one has to only walk a few hundred meters before spotting in the immediate vicinity any number of game or predatory animals.
The world and wilderness is full and robust.
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Editors Note: From here it's mostly just intense imagery, clouds zooming through the sky with beams of sun filtering through across the landscape covered in grazing animals, as the hunters move in.
A major part of it is the emotions connected with the hunt, I have experienced flutters of these emotions during my waking conscious life, the 'early morning hunt' feeling if you will; the most common place one might feel this now is sitting in traffic on their way to the office in the morning.
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The End.
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