Sara Musgrove
Joined March 2021
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Two Fallen Leaves
The first thing I noticed was the deafening silence. What happened to the sound of the birds chirping? The sounds of the woodland creatures rustling through the blanket of freshly fallen leaves? The crunch of those leaves underfoot as I hastened my approach? Where was the wind that sent whistling crescendos through the creaking canopy of intertwined branches, or the soft whir of the reds and oranges and yellows as they made their slow, lackadaisical descent to the forest floor? Where was my breath, which had been audibly evident in short, steady bursts of rhythmic huffs and puffs as I hiked along through the crisp autumn air? … Was I still breathing?
By Sara Musgrove3 years ago in Humans