There was dappled light in the shaded summer woods at about mid afternoon - - - the type of place where the underbrush is like velvet and the trees are so great in number; you're not quite sure if it'll be dark in one hour...or three?...You lose track of how much time has passed until the shapes in the forest begin to turn softer and cooler. It's so quiet you forget you're not alone, until you hear the heavy thrash of hemlock branches, and the distant croon of some nameless bird.
This sounds so rad! Please keep on going with these fragments. I hope they lead to a cohesive whole later, but they are nice on their own as well.
ReplyDeleteAw thanks, Bill! I...I will!! (*^_^)
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