Chapter 72
Sorrow against Joy
"It is a day of joy, of celebration," I murmured, my voice a low purr, as I walked through the streets of my pack, my hands clasped behind my back, my eyes alight with a sense of wonder, of awe.
The world around me was alive and vibrant, a horn of sights and sounds that filled my soul with delight.
The sun's rays filtered through the trees, casting a warm, golden glow upon the streets, a gilded tapestry of light and shadow that danced upon the earth.
The birds chirped and sang, their songs a joyous refrain that floated upon the breeze, a melody of nature's bounty of life's beauty.
I watched as the people of the pack bustled about, their hands filled with the fruits of their labor, their faces alight with laughter, with the simple everyday happiness that marked their existence.
I smiled, my eyes crinkling at the corners, a rare genuine expression of contentment that belied the weight of my burdens.
