Field guide No. 1219
The land exhales
A long breath on cold ground.
A plume of pale vapour rises from a crack in dark volcanic ground and spreads across the dusk like a smeared window. The land has been holding that in for some time.
Field notePale vapour rising from a volcanic crack at dusk. Steam vents do exactly this; here it is merely said to be a breath.
Also possible, also breaking nothing
Three fingerprint ridges in rose mudThree fingerprint ridges cross pale rose mud like winding landforms. The ground has been handled carefully.
Torn acoustic wall reveals white feathersDown muffles sound perfectly well, so stuffing a quiet room with a flock is wasteful rather than wrong.
Midnight laundromat of sleeping mothsMoths do like linen, and drums are dark. A full load is just unusually committed.
Color bleeding into the gutterBright pigment washes from a curb into rainwater. The street has taken up painting.