Lilliana B.BlackNo one is here and I am calm.
Black is the color of independence. Black is the color of the pupil. Black like the wolves’ fur as it howls in the night sky. Black is the color of my jacket. I wish black was the color of my room. Black is the color of a dragon’s scales. I smell a black horse. Black like a pen’s ink. |
Querencia
My querencia is in the wilderness camping with my dog. One reason I feel at ease is that I love the scent of pine trees. Another reason I draw strength from camping is just the fact that I know I am not alone. There are many trees, bushes, creatures, and grass in my querencia. Whenever you are in my quencia you will feel a cool, calming breeze. My querencia also has many wonderful smells such as sap from trees, fresh forest air, and the smell of sweet morning dew. You might spot a stream or a plant or maybe even a coyote.