On the hills, the smoke rose while the trees leaned out their arms.
The workers were shooting in the temple yard; a crisp game of ball, running out on the plain. The wind laid a silken confetti of ashes from the lofty eaves to the earth.
The seeds that were hidden there were now visible, they laughed that winter would soon come.
*this is the final run of Cool as Christ!*
Characteristics: Soft austerity, a stamp of defiance, the orbit of Saturn, white ash
Key Notes: Fir needle, toasted leather, white cedar, clay, resin smoke