Post by Galuwen on Feb 7, 2005 16:52:03 GMT -5
The May woods were warm, close darkness. Stacey, a young women with long red hair held thightly the hand of J.r. her love. They were plainning on a fall wedding.
There may have been a full moon up there somewhere, but the clouds were so thick, the darkness so complete, that it was like standing in a cave. A small oozing wind trailed through the thick, night-darkend leaves. I was like some invisible giant trailed fingertips through the trees, bending them, rattling the leaves, giving movement to the night that made Stacey's shoulders thight. It was like the night itself was alive in a way that she had never seen before.
