What caught my attention, while out for a walk one day, was the warm glow on the inside of this old stump. In the background, you can see a tree still living and, for me at least, not half as interesting. I know that the glow had to do with reflected light but I imagined it more as a storybook hall for the forest sprites, will-o-wisps or what have you to gather, feast and frolic after midnight. Somebody must have left the lights on.
