The season had rolled over to the sunny underbelly of summer. The birds were eager with their songs as fluttering clusters of decorated wings of pollinators dance around fields of flowers and antlers alike.
Within the excitement of the forest friends and wobbly fawns,
Something irked you. . .
Since you stumbled upon the bell within the veil of winter, you swore something dogged your heels.
It wasn’t always there, for this feeling came and went. When this heavy atmosphere slithered around you, you’d feel yourself grow cold.
On this day in particular, this feeling felt enhanced and stronger where uneasiness lapped at the nerves of your back.
