Two trees, separated by the clammy tar of a road that was freshly rained on just two hours ago. Two trunks of coarse weather-beaten bark, each intertwines into its own spiraling pattern. Their branches stretch in all directions, but each has a single limb that extends over the pathway that is being blanketed by the coalesced memories of fog left by last night’s storm. These limbs long to touch but they are out of their leaves’ grasps. Two twined trees, forever connected by their water source yet indefinitely apart - until their leaves age and fall to the ground, where they will dance to the music of the wind in their afterlife.
Really nice writing, Gabriella. "Their branches stretch in all directions, but each has a single limb that extends over the pathway that is being blanketed by the coalesced memories of fog left by last night’s storm." This is all very well observed, great details throughout. I am thinking of ways that this tree could be a setting detail for two people in a similar circumstance, being separated in some way. Maybe something to consider?
ReplyDeleteThank you, Bobby!
ReplyDeleteI was thinking of the same thing - about the trees being a metaphor for two people being separated in some way. Definitely something to consider and I hope to expand on!