Remember when we ran through the Trees? Before the Ice came and the forests dried up; we were part of the Trees, they were part of us. Before we learned to Breathe Noisy and know each other’s thoughts, we felt the bark beneath our claws and leaped from branch to branch. The way the branches swayed under our weight. The warmth of the day after so long spent hiding in night
When we crawled through the Night? When we hid our bodies in the cool earth in the day? Our small, sharp teeth, our narrow body? How we spent so long in the dark that we lost our Colors?
