PANORAMA: Midday Oasis


We took refuge from our arduous day in the spotted shade and birdsong found under a farmer’s oak trees.

We had started walking before sunrise and had continued without pause until this moment, defeated in the midday heat. An army of exhaustion slowly tied every one of us to the earth, like Gulliver, with our bodies ever more held down by invisible threads.

I took my panorama, in awe of the patterns within the branches of the oak trees, turned on my recorder for the birds’ song, and fell asleep.