He speaks to the trees, asking them a single question, and then he listens to the answer. The shadows grow long. Night unfolds. He finds shelter under their boughs. He forages for mushrooms and berries. He listens. Years pass. He grows into an old man. They are whispering the last of their answer as he lies dying, and a smile creeps onto his final expression.
Paddy Dobson
19th June 2024