My fingers spread open to grasp, a chunk of the green, musky earth hairs.
I stare up at the colours, violet, blue, and green, whisking in the sky. My cheeks tug the corners of my mouth up, ever so slightly…While soft chuckles brush past my lips, with glee....
A layer of rime ice, covered an archaic man made tunnel as a blanket… while water drops fell from the pointed ice fingers, that hung from above. They reflected a sliver of white light, mirroring down into the puddles that had formed in the crevices of the stone ground. The water droplets whispered in the echos, escaping through the other-side, of the grimy narrow tunnel of bricks.
