Standing on the mustard red deck festooned with dry strings of lights. Beneath the moon birds ring music into the air. A bowl of air spills through the branches of the trees. Two trails lead away into the darkened forest, one left into the wood and one right, each cobbled with ferns and grass, over-sentried by trees with mail of lichen. Yellow a butterfly goes over the dappled shade of blue, and off to a craggy stump whose lignin has been sucked to redrot.