Pastel

“When I look at the gnarled shapes of trees and where they’ve lived for years, I sometimes imagine them in other lives…what they might be doing if we weren’t watching. Like these two trees on a lone hillside, arms wrapped around each other. I can see them as young lovers that secretly celebrate life each twilight by lighting up the sky with the fire they feel for each other…tirelessly waltzing beneath the stars till dawn! Only to return, in silence, to be old trees, again, wrapped in each others arms forever more.”