Like a lot of the country, we had fog yesterday. All day. It was very cold, and the dog got lost!
But the fog changed all the usual ways I look at the park. Distances were deceptive, perspectives altered. Trees that normally looked quite innocent loomed up at me in the fog. My imagination got going.......
Just supposing those trees were actually moving, slowly, a bit at a time, at night? Gradually the woods moved nearer the town, the roots pushing up the earth a bit every morning, like giant moles. Over a week or so, they reached the fences at the bottom of the gardens. First the fences shifted slightlhy, then bulged, then the weaker slats gave way, then the whole fence was down, and the huge trees stood menacingly at the edge of the lawn. Next it would be twigs rapping on the windows, tap, tap, tap at first, later more insistent. Then a fat branch knocked, and the glass shattered, the branches reached in. More glass shattered. The walls bulged, a brick fell, then another..............
2 comments:
sounds very triffid like :) Fog does that doesn't it though... kind of surreal changes of perception. Where abouts are you? We didn't have fog, just rain!
South of Manchester, close to the Pennines. We tend to get hilly weather! Probably low cloud. But its better today!
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