Hushed Willows the same kind of music

these must be willow, she thinks, clouds brought down to earth and given skeletons. she pauses in her step behind @Lily when she is near enough to a particularily large one, chestnut gaze narrowing as she tries to imagine it in summer, all adorned with leaves. now, the branches drape low, dusted lightly with snow and ice. the dark outlines of the trunk and larger branches within give the illusion of a skeleton; a beautiful cloudy corpse. though she thinks she knows the answer, she asks, just to be sure, "is this a willow? why does it look so...tired?" sad isn't quite the right word, either, but the way in which the tree sways heavily, it's branches low and hanging, make it appear so much older then all the other trees which stand bare with branches pushing upward.

hope this is alright! I can backdate to any day that works best for you :)