Like the abandoned building itself, the adjacent land had surrendered to disuse, transformed after four decades into a disorderly copse. Thin aspens and birches crowded against each other like commuters on a railroad platform jostling for an open door. No tree in the untamed collection allowed sufficient space for any other to grow to its full potential. Overhead leaves provided a dense canopy in summer, yet in lifeless winter the grove extended pale fingers into the grey sky. Rejuvenation would come in the longer days of spring; until then, the lot idled in a restless slumber.
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A lovely piece of descriptive writing.
A kind of beautiful snapshot of nature finding a way when left alone by humans. Well done.
Nice descriptive piece
An excellent description.
Which came first, the picture or your writing. They complement each other perfectly.
Fantastic 🙂
Nice description. Well done.
I like the thought that nature sleeps awhile during winter and wakes in the Spring. Lovely descriptions.
You’ve brought this winter-idled lot to life.
I love the description in this story. The trees are not very supportive of each other.