From The Timberline i don’t want to think in terms tonite, i am full of trees, so much fluorescent green, until there was none at top and against the wind, trees like a carpet laid over the rock and dirt, trees packed so closely the sun did not shine in between them, a slightly staggered forest of trees emitting random rays of yellow (like gems) off fading chlorophyll laden leaves in the spaces in between i have passed from the waterline to the timberline through the trees as my dressing gown, with the wind as my song (first rough draft of thought)
