The night was darkening, the blades of grass were turning a beautiful cerulean blue as the sun hovered over the landscape.
Evening was coming, but not quite here, an air of anticipation hovered in the air as the shadows moved across the field and into the forest.
Lights were on in the woodcutters forest home, the stacks of freshly cut logs sat against the barn in neat rows and here as well the shadows moved, a phantom shading the spaces in between logs.
Off in the distance a hooded figure can be seen making their way across the field, walking steadily, with purpose. It looks like the destination may be deep within the forest since there was no slowing of step as they approached the perimeter of the forest without pause.
Another shade emerges, the opposite of the first, an indistinct figure hugging the tree line and making it's way slowly as though following the first.
The forest is light as the moon and the sun hover on either sides of the sky, the first of the figures is stooping to pick something up, or to adjust their shoe. The second pauses in anticipation.
As though a signal had been given the first figure looks up and starts off again, looking from time to time up at the sky as though gauging the time by the rising moon.
Wind is rustling the leaves, and scampering animals show that there is life in these woods. Life awakening after a day of sleeping.
The second shadow is closer to the first than it previously had been, but is still a respectable distance away, still it is as though the second is following in the steps of the first dancing through the forest like a sprite on the water.
The moon is fully in the sky now, all is dark, except where rays of light penetrate through the thick branches.
The first shade is making camp, setting up for a fire, the second hovers on the edge, waiting.
A fire is lit, the first is revealed to be the rugged woodcutter. He looks up and says "so it's you?"
