Aluminum and gold
By caleb.eckertFebruary 13, 2015 - 23:16
In my last site sit, I had noticed the glass bottle and a couple of tin cans scattered about ten feet away, but I chose instead to look beyond them and admire the trees, the leaves, the sounds and feelings of the woods. After laying down to watch golden-red light wrap around boughs and seep into shadows—the same “liquid light... drawn up like sap” Abby wrote about—listening to birdsong amidst an electric hum from over the hill, I slowly sat up and quickly took note of the aluminum can sticking out from the leaves not three feet away. I glared.