Wednesday, November 4, 2015

11.2.15 So that when you go walking out into the forest in the early morning

The Oak trees on the distant hills shine, bright crimson in the morning light. these days as we wander through shorn cornfields, through the Autumn forest, and it's thickets. 

In the woods, oftentimes when a large tree grows old and falls, roots pull up the soil with its descent, leaving a crater, in the earth.
 

Seasons pass, leaves fall, storms blow debris about the forest floor, and these places become protected areas for the wild creatures.
 

So that when you go walking out into the forest in the early morning, you come upon the small circular indentations, all the leaves compressed and a definite shape.
 

Because this is where someone curled into a ball, and quietly spent the night.

 

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