And then, in the clearing, there was an old radio. I thought I might travel through time and imagined I heard the strains of some dusty jazz standard on the breeze. But I was mistaken. It was just white noise.
There really were trees and a radio. What I write on any given day varies from an extended caption or description to something more creative. Sometimes the image inspires a piece of short, short fiction…
26/365: radio with trees
There really were trees and a radio. What I write on any given day varies from an extended caption or description to something more creative. Sometimes the image inspires a piece of short, short fiction…
What?!
That is so unique and amazing……….the only thing more amazing is if it had been sending out music amongst the trees…………
Wow! Where?