Today was a shroud of mist sliced by heavy rain. After work I did some yard chores, enjoying the lowering light and the antics of poultry and other pets. And then it happened. A decaying branch from the towering fir tree at the edge of the yard rocketed through the air with an audible whistle and landed at my feet. Two feet long, the branch was covered with an intricate patchwork of lichens, in hazy shades of gray and blue-green. Mimicking delicate ferns and flowers, they clung tightly to the aged bark.
Standing in the damp autumn evening I examined my gift from the sky... and found it lovely.
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