The sun was always tilted, the shadows were long and solemn like winters mood never lifted. I ignored that fact and drank until it didn't matter.
I hide in the shade and talk to no one. A whisper from the trees...
They tell me secrets, things I should never know.
Can I hide with the trees till next summer?
I will pry back some bark and crawl in to be cozy when the snow falls again.
I heard that fairies hide their dreams in the bark of the trees. Be careful not to get a nightmare by mistake, it will taunt you every night till you can never get to sleep.
(photography by James R. King)