The Trees Are All So Beautiful Here

The trees are all so beautiful here. I wish you could see them: orange as though they were on fire, yet swaying like they were underwater.

I’m walking on a road lined with trees for as far as I can see; the road is almost entirely covered in a sea of orange leaves. I’ve been walking for what feels like forever.

It isn’t quite day or night, but something in between. It’s the time of day when the air is red, giving you the feeling that you should be getting indoors.

Except…it’s always that time here.

The air feels the way it does before a storm, still and full of energy. There’s a breeze lifting the leaves and they float in a strange half time, like objects in a flipbook that never quite move the way they’re supposed to.

I miss you.

I don’t know where I am.

I can still remember the screams and the flashes.

The trees are all so beautiful here. I wish you could see them.