Humboldt

While we were in Humboldt, I had some ideas for some writing, and I will hopefully continue them, but I just want to write them in here so I can delete them from my phone.

My heart quivers as I wait, sword drawn, for the beast the trees grow on to awake, (and to face me so that I can defeat it, or pretend to as my ancestors did before me. )

The trees ruffle their leaves and the sound of David Bowie breaking their eternal silence, but before they can reach out (to stop it) the car has passed (is past)