Violet
We followed the curve of the river for hours, the sun making its slow descent toward the horizon.
The landscape changed as we moved. The open grassland gave way to clusters of trees, and when I saw them, I stopped walking entirely.
They were enormous.
I had never seen such massive trees before.
The trunks were pale, almost silver in the fading light, and they climbed so high I wouldn't be surprised if they reached the sky. But it was the branches that stole my breath. They cascaded downward from impossibly high, sweeping toward the ground in long, graceful curtains of slender green leaves. The tendrils swayed gently in the breeze, brushing against the grass like fingers trailing through water.
It looked like the trees were weeping or dancing.
I stood, momentarily transfixed. I had never seen anything like them.
