As we drove out on the roads, heading back after being discharged, I looked around the empty deserted ground.
In the center of the large vale, quite some distance away was a wizened oak tree. Its gnarled and hoary girth lay under a tangled old man’s beard of leaf and bough. In a far-away field, stilt-legged lambs gambolled and frolicked with each other in merry innocence.
I decided to rest my weary head for a while and let the spiritual beauty of nature seep into me further. Resting my head on the headrest, I drifted away into infinity, letting the locked-away memories of hard times steal into my dreams. A drowsy, sad smile played on my lips and I floated into slumber-land.
When I woke up, the sky was as black as the devil’s soul. The world became cellar-dark and the buckling, heavin
