Looks can be deceiving. You see a tree, arms widespread, reaching for the evening stars at the end of autumn. I see the turning of the seasons, the earth’s heartblood siphoning up and away, leaching into the blue sky. Sitting under its canopy, I float away.
This is what I would have posted for the speakeasy, had I not been so busy reading all the Speakeasy posts. If you stumble upon it, go check out the actual entries.
The Speakeasy gave us the picture – a painting by Dutch artist Piet Mondrian called Avond (Evening): The Red Tree – and the first line: “Looks can be deceiving.” The limit was 750 words. As is my wont, I went for short and sweet.