forest

Saturday Scribes march 6. title/theme: unexpected trees; words: rogue, nature, fallow, intersperse; photo: Tramway wiew from the bus door, fx974, flickr

catching the last bus out of town she smiled at the rogue simplicity of the sudden impulse. the nature of this thought first appeared on a clear sunny day in late spring with the smell of shallots on the wind. the invisible manifested and the seed grew quickly planted in the fertile soil of soft and waiting.

finding a near empty bus, she soon made herself comfortable. pulling back off the mystic throttle, her breath began a slow descent to a sweet speed of normal. time enough had passed and not much later than that beautiful blue day she left taking nothing leaving everything.

hypnotized by the rhythmic movement of music connected to her ears her fallow mind ignited with a spark. crackling thoughts lit as fireworks exploded in illuminating images interspersed as falling fire reflected in the passing lights. too tired to listen to details the late night spread a sleepy spell over her loquacious mind. turning the tunes to silent she soon slept smelling the scent of shallots.