#304 – Autumn Canopy
Looking up through the leaves.
Looking up through the leaves.
‘We understand how dangerous a mask can be. We all become what we pretend to be.’ – Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind
My national flower in late autumn bloom.
‘Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder’s fork, and blind-worm’s sting, Lizard’s leg, and owlet’s wing,— For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and caldron bubble.’ – William Shakespeare
What could possibly be being kept behind those doors?
Nature’s patch-work blanket.