11 Dec 2013
The air was thick and heavy. All about was an eerie haze as the clouds asembled for a coming storm. Inside the little man slept, he would later wake to the sound of rain with damp hair and sleepy creases on his cheek. From our overflowing basket we sorted our finds. Crispy leaves of rust and magenta, spotted feathers, old man's whiskers and fading blooms - our day's adventures had provided well. And while the sky heaved with impending rain we wove nature's treasures. Over and under, over and under.