Straight lines. A few horizontal, most vertical. Some cutting the landscape diagonally, but always up, reaching for the sky.
They are brown or grey. Occasionally disrupted by a fighting leave, trying to hold tight in spite of the wind. But today there is no wind.
And the sky today is blue. If you look really, really far into the horizon, you can see some clouds, but otherwise, just plain blue sky.
So the sun is up. Not too high, not too warm, at this time of the year and at this latitude. Still warming, though. And when it’s up there, trying to warm us up no matter what, we all go out and try to soak most of it.
That’s when the brown and gray lines become Gold and Silver threads. Tree branches becoming precious with the happiness of soaking the warming rays of the Sun.
This post was written in response to the Weekly Writing Challenge: Snapshots