Pine Ridge, West Virginia
The seasonal leaves begin to fall in the mountains of Pine Ridge, West Virginia. The chilled streams and creeks echo through the maze of cold Red Maple Trees. The squirrels and creatures are preparing for the coming winter as they gather and scramble for the long months to come.
A brother and sister run and scream through the piles of leaves scattered across the hardened earth in joyful glee. The city life has taken it’s toll on their joyful excitement of frolic as many of the natural trees from their younger days have been taken and replaced with quiet and faceless dirt and broken trees. The revitalized nature has filled them with new life and a drive to explore nature to its fullest.
Just a ways from them, a man sits on an old fishing peer in a folding chair staring into the waters of a murky pond and repeating the same start of a line on repeat: “The Light of the World Brings…” He lays back in his plaid shirt and bright vest patting his hands on his old, dirt stained jeans letting his mind wander. Large bags rest against his tired eyes as he loses his thought.
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