Dreams

The picture shows the form of a hare.

The hare rose from the form as though decaying leaves, twigs, and earth had assembled themselves into the form of a hare.

In the form, the hairs of a hare.

At no point any sound.

I was checking my final Sentinel Trees before the start of the scary work. I scared off a heron, mallards, pigeons, squirrels. Two muntjacs watched me.

The Goddess Oak said, "Trees can afford not to have dreams; maybe humans can't."

I sat by Kairos. I watched a squirrel on the ground realise there was a squirrel in a tree above. The one above had been semaphoring madly with her tail. The one below climbed a sapling, made eye-contact with the squirrel above, and lowered his tail. The squirrel above relaxed and came down the tree. On the ground, they seemed to ignore each other.

Kairos said, "Now is always a good time for something."

On the way back, I saw the hare.