A hint of mist shrouded habitation irresistibly demands a change of direction, but you're soon lost in pine pricked pathlessness.
Looking straight down from desperate eye mountaineering, you see two incongruous artefacts before the darkling forest colours hurry to black, as if the sun gave up trying to sequin with cosmic dust a circular part of the sky once your attention was directed.
'What should I do? '' Wear them of course. ' Say the eyes of a racoon glowing up from her food.
Even if the lights ahead are only bioluminescence this is unconfirmed.
You've now hope and boots.
Jamie Clapperton about 4 years ago
Thanks so much, Drew. :))
Jeff Taylor about 4 years ago
Jamie... Erm... Do you know where I can get the pills you're on? 😄 This has a very dreamlike quality and is wonderfully mysterious.
Jamie Clapperton about 4 years ago
Ta Jeff. 😁 Written under the influence of Nasa' Random Apod generator and the Colorado Corridors project.
Jamie Clapperton about 4 years ago
Both well worth a Google.
Jeff Taylor about 4 years ago
Googled. Yeah... Nice... 😊