Sea eats sky, Sky eats Meg

So the spirit of Christmas sent me a Meg for the holiday season. It was a good Meg, and we went on many adventures together.
We went on adventures through the city where we found buildings full of strange art pieces, other buildings with pictures of people we did not know (but felt we might) flickering on the walls inside, alleys full of vegetables and mittens, a bar with absenthe that made our insides tingle, and a shop where we found a wonderful disguise for Meg (she appears to be a Newsie fit for a wedding when wearing it).

We had adventures in the country where we tromped and romped around places where the land touched the sea, and the sea touched the sky, and we touched all three. In our wanderings we found a slug the width of my thumb and the length of my hand, red mushrooms the size of breakfast bowls, herds of elk, and a lake with giant white pelicans dipping in and out of the water like rocking horses, fish jumping in their throats.

We dangled around on a trapeze, rode bikes, and cooked brussel sprouts. We yelled, whooped, and sang.
We had a wonderful time.
But then she walked out my door and was swallowed by the sky, which spat her out onto the streets of NYC.
I will miss her.