Kalon- the ideal of physical and moral beauty especially as conceived by the philosophers of classical Greece
You stood quietly in an unfamiliar place. The pine tree leaves danced in the cold wind. The rocks gleamed off of a small lake. The lake was quiet in the dead of night. Sitting on one of the rocks sat a wolf that mirrored the colors of this place.
He was hidden away, not making a sound. He seemed in deep thought, but very calm. His ears perked forward.
"Hello," his calm voice said as he noticed you, "Are you okay? You seem lonely." You just nod at his question, even though he can't see you.
You walk up and sit down beside him. You glance in the water and gasp, "Your eyes they're-they're like fire." The wolf just nodded. "I'm Kalon by the way, but could you be quiet. Just listen to the trees in the wind or the natural songs."
You stayed quiet for awhile. You finally heard the songs. The songs of the wind, the whispers the trees made, the whistling the birds made, and the flow of the water.
