the trees across the way


It is nearly silent this morning, here in Mayberry. A few birds chirp here and there, but the silence seems to overwhelm their song. The grey sky sets a lovely tone for the peace the silence brings.

I’m gazing out of my window at the trees across the way, wondering what might live inside of that patch of forest.  It’s so dense that you cannot see beyond the first row of trees, so you just know that something HAS to be hiding there. This world is a large place and it’s filled with amazing and mysterious things. That’s what I think, anyway. And I am positive that some of those things live beyond the trees across the way.