Nocturne Summit diamond heart

in the full heat of summersun, this place would be a welcome oasis from the harsh rays.
for now, as the woman moved in and out of the shadows, she was banded with the curious experience of changing temperatures, banded for a moment in the weak warmth of the spring morning, then in the cold breath of dark beneath a lingering chill.
presently she stopped to examine a branch hanging across her path, fragrant with little buds and the more intriguing scent of the deer who had stopped to nibble them.