#bear mountain

It was about as bare as a mountain could be. Most of the trees gave out about halfway to the top, only a few pines hanging on to give an effect very similar to the couple of pathetic strands teased across his scalp by a baldie who won't own up. It was a place where witches met. Tonight a fire gleamed on the very crest of the hill. Dark figures move din the flickering light. The moon coasted across a lacework of clouds. Finally, a tall, pointy-hatted figure said, 'You mean everyone brought potato salad?'

Hudson Valley At Dusk 🟠🔸🟡🔹🔵