Sole

The sun beats down and dries up the mud; pockets of damp, warm air linger over the ground. With a frantic flutter of dried leaves, small rodents tunnel for cover.

One tree glows brilliantly in the afternoon light, bark bleached white through the winter. A backdrop of brown sets it apart from the rest of the withered trunks, when the fresh buds have yet to gather enough of a voice to dominate the valley.

17 April 2014 21:47