The sun is just starting to set in the horizon making for a peaceful, serene moment in a world that he's still a little unsure of. A slight breeze is coming in, just enough to be comfortable and not overpowering. It's really the perfect setting for meditation time. He's sitting crossed-legged on the roof of the apartment building where he's taken up residence. His eyes are closed, all of his senses alert and yet also settled into a calm that only Oz can portray on nearly every minute of every day. His hands rest lightly on his knees and to the casual observer, this is probably the most boring scene possible for anyone to walk in on. To Oz, it's necessary. It's necessary to contain the beast inside of him. And it's necessary for his own mental well-being.
Current Mood: calm