Lost Light

The trees grew so close together that not the slightest hint of the gray afternoon sky was visible beyond the leaf canopy.  Oak, birch, spruce, and pine formed a wall that seemed impenetrable from the neighboring field.

Unlike the more sparsely populated sections of neighboring forest that admitted patches of light, this particular stretch seemed ominous and threatening.  I sensed that anyone who pushed their way through the edge growth and into the midst of towering trunks would be lost for eternity.

I imagined gnarled roots and crooked branches entwining explorers foolish enough to enter this particular realm. Perhaps in this foreboding wood, the modern day equivalent of a rabbit hole leading to another realm really did exist.