Enchanted tangle

Oxford, Early Spring, 2025: trees tangled tall catch my attention and their roots nearly make me fall as I run x-country, weaving in and out, racing the sunset. It's gold illuminates the veins of their branches wearing textured bark that only breaks at the joints where little robins sit. As it moves into the horizon, the trail becomes solid and I too am part of the ground; bounding into open field, I feel the enchantment of those trees at sunset.