This was originally published in November, 2011.
I looked at the tree, so yellow it looked like a column of sacrificial fire. It was in a line of trees of trees at the top of a brown field. The other trees were green and brown, but this tree was among them but not of them.
I looked at the tree unblinking until my eyes watered and shut tight of their own volition. I was afraid.
The night sky fell and turned my skin blue grey and my skin goosebumped with cold then smoothed over like ice but still I stayed outside, crouching, then kneeling, then lying prone like a sniper staring at the yellow tree which was disappearing into the night.
The grass around me was dry and when the wind blew it whispered to me but I could not understand its language.
The crickets and frogs and even the soft chippers of birds spoke but in words I did not know. “What are you saying,” I said to the birds. “What are you trying to tell me,” I said to the dry grass. “And you, column of fire, what do you mean. I can't understand you but if I did I think I would do it different. I would be different.” But they were silent, and when the light was finally gone I got up and went home.
The next day the leaves on the tree were all gone.
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