The Dappled Forest In the old stories, one tree looks just like another and soon, you are hopelessly lost. You come to a clearing— a cottage— and your panic melts. You just feel sheepish, relieved. Smoke, the sweet smell of barbeque, pours from the roof— maybe they’ll ask you to lunch. The knocker crumbles like sugar. Naive to think that things are better, just because we can see the sun. The old ones knew about shadows, how night is the […] Continue Reading
