Hole On A Hill
Outline
A mole gazes out from the entrance of his home as bright sunlight spills through veins of high cloud.
Time
Late Afternoon
Place
Hillside
Duration
Five Minutes
Essence
Contentment
Atmosphere
Serenity
. . .
I am all but blind but love this place where the sea shouts short its cry. Where the flowers spring, and the grass grows green, and the sky that reaches oh so high. This deepest darkest hole I dig, where all is warm and damp, this happy fall of dirt and mound, my world of happy earth and sound, this cheerful day I take my breath I stamp my love upon this ground.
