The landscape, like a cloth carelessly draped over the back of a chair, catching light and shadow in its folds and creases.
We killed all the other trees, but this one we left, because it reminded us that trees are living things too.
…that wander; down pathways and avenues. I have one of those minds that wander, through archways and along corridors, in old buildings in imaginary cities.
I have one of those minds that wander, and one day it might decide to not come back.