I blinked my eyes. Once. Twice.
A painting stood before me.
An explosion of blues and whites.
Light spilled out.
Shadows crept in.
The result - stunning.
Sky greeted earth like an old friend.
Meeting in that familiar way.
Different expressions.
One complimented the other.
Rays of sun played hide and seek
In amongst the trees.
Every now and then - I caught one.
I felt comfortable.
Standing tall.
My shadow - it caught the light.
A cemetery of trees.
Cloaking an eerie silence with beauty.
Resilience stood here.
Through a fire that sought to steal its life.
A black beauty.
Solitary and yet marked by the scars a community has bourn.
These gentle giants wait for spring.
They wait.
Alas - we have left our Narnian world.
Where time stands still - but for a moment.
The road is alive.
This land it moves.
And yet I will return to that place.
Of stillness and sun-kissed snow.
My skies will carry me there.
Soon enough.
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