Scent of pine lingers over the deep labyrinths beneath the trees. Black beetles bump chests like Sumo wrestlers as they try to avoid each other in the warm scratch of detritus dark with shade. Baby snakes lace the meadow grass where deep sunshine heats their cold bones. A deep hush is suspended by the erratic leaps of pond frogs. One sails on a limb through water yellow and noxious as nicotine. The day carries its own rhythms and paints them on a peaceful canvas.