“He chose to halt, and groping found a place among the roots of a great chestnut tree. There he sat, his back against the broad, twisting bole that seemed to hold a little sun-warmth in it still. The fine rain, falling unseen in darkness, pattered on the leaves overhead, on his arms and neck and head protected by their thick silk-fine hair, on the earth and ferns and undergrowth nearby, on all the leaves of the forest, near and far. Selver sat as quiet as the gray owl on a branch above him, unsleeping, his eyes wide open in the rainy dark.” -Ursula K. Le Guin from “The Word for World is Forest”
Le Guin’s imagery always transports me deep into her fantastical worlds that she creates! This passage allowed me to be escape my living room as I sat against this chestnut tree and felt the rain on my head while I listened to the drops of water land on the leaves above and the ground below. She is such a wonderful writer!
