Dark

It was a quiet, dark day and the light of the afternoon was fading behind clouds. It was chilly but not cold, although the damp made it feel colder than the temperature. There were trees down along the path, like this one, seemingly down for quite a while, enough to show the rot.

As we walked I was struck by the debris that littered this section of the woods. The cycle of birth and death of trees is on-going and it’s a good thing. Yet what I saw appeared to be more than just that natural cycle. I don’t know the history of the place but it had the look of upheaval. What is most likely to cause that but humans? 

Oh, the woods will recover, most likely. Trees just grow toward the light, come what may. And I suppose whatever caused the mayhem might have been for a good purpose. I’m just struck by the mess we humans seem to make. And I work to see the beauty amid the rubble..