Fallen, she lies

SilentAutumnShe noticed the silence when the back of her head hit the ground.

With no wind, clouds littered the morning’s blue sky like paper on an abandoned playground. The trees stood guard, solid and still.

Her head firmly planted, spirits lifted with every fallen leaf. She’ll stay for another hour just for the brilliant silence.

Part three of a series on ‘silence’ – Details Emerge Without Volume.


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