Like laying in a palm held where clouds bend to breath

[sovay]

Around sunset, we went to the Fells. We stood on the top of granite shields and watched a mallard swim toward us across the late-skimmed reflections of the reservoir, quacking disappointedly away to his fellows when we had no treats for him. We could hear a chorus of peepers from a pond we couldn't see through the lichen-patched trees, still leafless as autumn. Holdstock's idea of a mythago wood always looked like these tangled trails to me, smelling of cold stone and last year's winter. spatch took pictures of us in the last, highest light.

Comments

[ashlyme]

I love all of this. Especially the thought of you encountering mythagos. I hope you find that pond!

[sovay]

I love all of this. Especially the thought of you encountering mythagos. I hope you find that pond!

Thank you! I will bring back photos if we do.