The dirt felt shapes indent it, rhythmically, tickle it. Some subtler wave than the oceans', or than the things that yelled beneath it. Only its peaks and troughs could be felt, aside from an occasional brushing in the inbetween lulls. Slow now, and twofold. It dug in deeper where she rose and slammed suddenly where she fell.
The air met the dirt as it always did. A small patch of warmer dirt moved along it. A complex shape, felt inside and out by the air. It pulled and pushed. Its moistness left it and went to the air, along with its warmth. The wind gladly stole that away.
The light found two somethings with an outside, an inside and another inside. The outside beckoned towards a center, and was led to one inside. The inside's outside bounced for awhile, and changed the light. The inside's inside made the rest of the light forget itself - and begin remembering things for someone else. It travelled down a limb and it moved with intention.
Its speckled hazel eyes were convenient. They worked well for a superficial complexity. It had spent a great deal studying the tides and various cycles of its world. Now it knew to measures its own cycles. Though they might be extralinear, it might find a clearer equilibrium soon. It felt its slowed heartbeats in concert with the sun and the moon.