Blog Entry 3 Week 5 - Trees

The trees are a crown on the skyline. Skeletons standing. We walk like prisoners do and listen, the leaves are all underfoot, and the dirt is on our shoes. We skirt corners of cliffs and hazard over rocks and bones in the dirt. Sometimes by bones are chewtoys, left by Coyote-theifs. The woods say nothing and we pass the tree that had been lightning-struck more than once as we go around. Clouds rumble, it starts to rain. We return home.