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.
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.