silent hills

We followed a pink rocky road through a small village and its fields, we peered into the somber space where people from past times now rest and let the bright autumnal trees hypnotise us with their fire leaves.

We lay on the hills and were with time; we listened to the loudest silence we had ever heard and then hurried back through the forest before dark.

The next morning we woke with the bells, we walked under the rain and cried in front of fading pictures.