Blueberries
Scent of wild grass and blueberries, perhaps a lingering taste of the sky he has flown in; Akito enjoys the familiar smell of a free creature in the wide blue sea above their heads - he likes it so much he moves towards the crow for a kiss and inhales wild grass and blueberries, hope, freedom and dreams - a drifting aroma of love and the soft caress of feathery wing against cheek; the wind, maybe. When their lips part, though the crow has taken flight to leave, the frog and the shark left behind, the blueberries and the sweetness of freedom on a gentle breeze linger and remain.owari.