Forest by Lucas De Ridder

The heat sizzles in the air , and in the distance you can see the warm orange hues. I'm standing in the middle of a large plain and i feel the wind in my face. You can see a large lake in the distance and I hear a duck flying south. The apartment buildings are pictured sharply against the horizon . One hundred meters to the right of me starts a dark pine forest, the ground covered with a heavy carpet of needles , the crackling of the wood in the background. As the antithesis of the dark pines , there is a birch forest , fragrant and with a beautiful light. The sand that lies on the floor is light beige and swirls around my feet in fine streams. There are pieces of dry and dead wood , dried and bleached by wind and sun. The sun is almost down , and then the night start