29 April 2012
Imagine you wake up in a wood. You're lying on small twigs and hard dusty ground, pine needles join the party. You open your eyes to see long trees reaching up around you, long branches out like protection. The sun filters through the tree tops like how it does with your curtains on a bright morning, speckled light covers the ground. Something rustles near by and you look, but you see nothing. A bird flutters into a tree. You stand.
Everything is clearer, a strong earthy smell fills your nose and you feel a light breeze. Around you is a dense woodland. You can hear the faint movement of trees in the stillness as though they are talking. You soon hear a crystal trickles, so fresh, you can hear it moving, so you set off to find the water source, fallen leaves move across the ground and branches snap underfoot. Moss and dust muffle out your footsteps.
Descriptive Wood • Opuss № I