The Moon Tree

Inktober 2016 Day, The Twenty-Eighth: It was that silver-cold Woe, racking her mind with sleepless thoughts which grew until all she wanted was to feel her bare feet in the freezing grass by her favourite Moon-Tree. And there I n the pale light, with the gentle icy wind and all the branches rustling silently above her...She felt her life was as much a tangle in darkness as the moon shadows all over the chilly bark. She placed her slender hand upon the creeking bough. "Hello old friend.", she whispered. And her thoughts steadied. "Hello Again, yesssss." The wind hissed. And were there any nearby witnesses... they might have seen a slender branch whine slightly nearer to her...