The pavement flows by in quick strides. Damp and solid, it winds a path from the edge of the crosswalk. The traffic lights flare orange-yellow, red and green helplessly straining to penetrate the low hanging tunnel of vegetation. Green park benches, scattered along the length of the path soak in the moisture.
The larger trees spread skyward from the opposing side of the second crossing. Through these gates the fields stretch across the expanse. Dark metal backstops, brown dirt baselines and wet grass. Earth pushes back from a position somewhere near the center. The ground is spongy. Silence screams out across the emptiness; begging for a friend. Slow moving curtains of fog relieve themselves as they slide by.
Large dark trees backdrop the scene. Dark greens gradient into the edge of blackness. Their limbs sway coldly in the mist. Through an opening, three orange street lights cast orange along their perimeter. The wet straight edges of apartment building display themselves along the glow; fading into outlines in the near distance. In the true distance lies the barrier of the cloud breaking in from the ocean. Fantasy plays with reality on the cusp. Perhaps nothing exists behind the silhouettes. Maybe rolling hills, but the observable fact of the world lies hidden, its secrets flowing away into speculation.
Three trees frame out the edge of the woods with moving geometry. The one rising in a narrow cone of branches playing in the slight breeze and pressing mist. The other breaking near the base and reuniting like two parallel tributaries near the top. The last combines the two is a display of organic perfection. Their leaves dance together. Focus on the smallest bunches along the visual edge pegs down only that portion’s location. Taking in the whole erases all certainty in the system, but they move brilliantly in the night air.
