"Everybody has a secret world inside of them. All of the people of the world, I mean everybody. No matter how dull and boring they are on the outside, inside them they've all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds. Not just one world. Hundreds of them. Thousands maybe" ~ Neil Gaiman (A Game of You)


The Blue Forest

It was autumn in the blue forest.  The trees stood nearly bare, limbs outstretched like spindly arms trying to touch the sky.  Crimson leaves carpeted the floor, a breeze occasionally lifting one to dance around the cobalt trunk of its most recent home.  Quieter now, the chatter of summer long gone as squirrels found burrows and sparrows migrated south for warmer weather.  Hungry wolves slunk silently through the shadows, looking for one last meal before laying down in the warmth of their den.  Soon, skies would turn gray and snow would fall, smothering the colors in a blanket of white, and the blue forest would wait, on ice, until the spring thaw.


I found this picture today on Pinterest (I don't want to post it on here for copyright reasons).  It stuck with me, and I thought I just had to write about it.


Nikki said...

I found myself yearning to see this forest, to be in it. For some reason I wanted to drink the waiting blue forest on ice. It just sounded like a delicious weird is that? Great job eliciting emotions.

Helen said...

I'm glad that you didn't post the picture, not because of copyright concerns, but because I wanted to get a picture in my head of what you wrote before clicking on the link. Clicked on the link and yes, it's just as you described. The leaves have fallen and the animals have gone. Lovely job, Shelli! Very poetic.

Shelli said...

Thanks, Nikki, and now I'm trying to think how I could make that drink...

Helen, thank you so much! Description is not my strong point, and I thought it was a good exercise. I'm glad I was able to convey how it struck me. :)

Anonymous said...

Awesome post, where is the rss? I cant find it!