I saw the purple thread strung on the stalk of a weed growing in the woods and knew it came from me. I’m always trailing threads and have no doubt I left this one behind on one of my previous walks.
I know I leave evidence of me in the woods, smells, footprints, there’s a crows feather stuck in the bark of the Shag Bark Hickory I always visit and an earring and a bone I left in the hollow of a tree as an offering.
But I didn’t expect to see something so obvious of me, as the purple thread.
I took this slow motion video of the thread, which is only about two inches long, caught in a breeze.
Maria This is like the outdoor art exhibit they had in Santa Monica where there was a network of different colored yarns suspended above the promenade attached to an overhead net and it was so beautiful!
Oh that does sound beautiful Eileen.