Boughs

Today I went to the mountains and walked amongst the trees.

"The forest had a funeral quality.
Boughs should not be green, not when snow lay on the ground. It was as if they were dead but had preserved their color, their semblance of life: flowers at the graveside. And the silence! A green forest should be alive with trilling birds, scampering squirrels, the startled scuttling of a rabbit in the brush."



Music by Boughs