Orange, Snowdrops
Sun. Sunset. Forest in a blanket, cluster of snowdrops, poking through. A chill wind brushes the drops, they whisper as they move.
Blue egg, Steep Mountains
A storm above harsh cold slate, jagged, wet, forbidding. Backs are turned from its impressive form. A nest, sheltered, crowded, jostled. A single blue egg falls; the smash is never heard.