Genre: grief, introspection
Tags: previous minor character death
The bones of the trees around me are stark. Bare. Hardwoods free of their canopies, because there’s no more need for shade. What needed to be hidden is now gone. Passed on.
Only the beech trees retain any leaves. The jagged oval shaped sheets clinging to the greying branches. So yellow. Yellow like the street signs warning there’s a bend in the road ahead. A change coming....