Wednesday, January 9, 2013
This evening's cravat is a moody stripe of dressy navy and moss green. It is a shadowy forest at sunset, the leafy alcoves cool and dark. In the distance is the muffled sound of the brook as it slides over rocks and around fallen tree trunks. A tall pine sighs and sways, preparing to rest for the night.
Brought to Life by Nance at 10:49 PM