You're walking home one late Summer evening, to your left is a path through your favorite spot of trees. You feel comfortable in the warmth caressing your skin as, step by step, you seemingly glide through the night... Each step is familiar, each smell one you've loved... Inhaling deeply, your eyes close, as they open the underside of the leaves flash quickly... as if a cars headlights have shot through the myriad trees to encase you, momentarily, in light. Giggling at the shimmer you start to walk further down the path without notice that it's changed slightly... and there's a brightness somewhere... further down the path... Curiosity leads you astray from your previous destination and toward this Light in the Leaves. Each footfall draws the flicker closer, and then it changes... it's now on the Left? Rather than in front of your... Getting closer again and the shimmer shifts to the Right... the game goes on and worry bubbles up when you remember your previous destination, and how it had so easily disappeared. As you stop and think the Light comes closer, almost on top of you now... as if behind the next covering of dense treeline you'll finally see where it's coming from! ... You peel back layers of limbs, laden with prickly leaves and as the light peeks through to your cheek... You're walking home one late Summer evening....

Lights In The Leaves

Prancing Pine