Spooked

Spooked Driving along on my scooter seeing the familiar landscape there was a time disturbance the landscape was the same but the trees small and there were fewer ploughed fields. mystical shadows and a murmur of voices sounded as an echo and I felt spooked. I stopped and waited perhaps I had a funny turn slowly the warp panned out and I was back at my own time, yet I sensed an unease I should not come back to this place that had layers of old time that had yet to melt into the clarity of a white water that has no story to tell.